Lou bought Cyril the Squirrel for my sister Esther just before she died. He kept her company in the hospice until the end and then he came back to live with us.
We take it in turns to hide him around the ground floor of our house. Most of the time he's super easy to spot.
He seems to get himself into some terrible fixes. Oh Cyril. What are you doing there!
We giggle when we find him. It's silly. Esther would have liked that.