We were not going to name the squirrel, but as he got more curious, and getting into trouble, I found myself always shouting "Buddy!" or saying "Hey Buddy" when he would poke his head out of the couch, and referring to him that way because it sounded silly to just say "the squirrel" all the time, and so that is what stuck.
Draven later made a nest in a kleenex box, which was inside the other box so he didn't have to wait for us to pull him out before he could go. I cut a sock in half and he would curl up in the toe. He would either sleep curled up in my hand, in my lap (where it was warm), in the sock, or later in the sleeve of whatever sweater we were wearing (really regret not getting pictures of all this). He would fall asleep in the couch stretched out long, belly-up, so then we would rub his belly. When we got a cage, we chucked the box, and twist-tied the sock to the top of the cage. He would slip into it to sleep, until he was too big for the sock.
Growing and outgrowing...