He has a pet hedgehog.
No, the Hedgehog has a pet family. He/she(?) is wild, only comes around after 23:00 and eats any dry cat food we have out for Gypsy or her friends, and he/she topples the small waistebasket most nights. One of Gypsy's "freinds" is "One-Eye", a Cat with one eye. We don't have a Hedgehog every year so this one is kinda special. It's all but lost its shyness and I've held it once. Poor thing wandered into the garage as the door was open. I closed the garage door shortly thereafter not knowing Holly (my wife chose the name) was in there. About an hour later while sitting out in the breezeway adjacent to the garage I heard scratching and almost inaudible wining...opened the garage door and there was Holly looking up at me. The poor hedgehogs decorate the streets here this time of year. I've stopped for more than one but most people don't. When autumn comes to the closing phase, young hedgehogs with too little weight are in danger of not surviving the winter. This is why why continue to feed Holly even if we know it's not quite the right thing to do. Wild animals were meant to be wild. Our cat Gypsy is somewhere between wild and domesticated. She comes and goes as she pleases although she has been staying fairly close to the house since she was hit by a car. That was last summer. We almost lost her and she hasn't been the same since.
The Bats were only with us for two weeks, mid June. That's the time of year when the expecting female Bats part from the flock to take shelter for the sole purpose of bearing and rearing their young. Most Bats only give birth to one single Baby Bat a year. That's why there's a problem keeping the population stable. To get those pictures, I stayed up until 4 a.m. and shot a total of 100 pictures, all with flash. It's easier to get photos of lightning than of Bats.