The kids and I named him Toasted Marshmallow after cabin shenanigans this weekend, and we call him Toasty for short.
He still needs some taming, but he sure is cute. :)
The first thing he did was escape from his cage and manage to get down into the furnace air intake. Despite the eight foot fall, he didn't seem any the worse for wear, and Hubby and I team-retrieved him with Bean's butterfly net.
Such is the calm, quiet life I lead.