At first, he lived and slept in a wicker drawer in the Florida room. As he became older, he started to climb and investigate his surroundings. My father made him a pagoda made of wood and we hung it from the ceilings. We put towels and this and it quickly became his home. At about eight months, he chewed a hole in the screen and escaped. We were all heartbroken but knew in our hearts that he belonged in the wild, jumping from tree to tree. Two days later, I went to the Florida room and found him relaxing in his pagoda.