Back in March, we had a little white feeder in the house who fell apart on the 15th.  Of the eleven offspring, we have placed all five girls and three of the boys and integrated Maggie in with our girls.  Somewhere along the line, one of the boys got pretty badly torn up  in a fight and was separated until he healed, then reintroduced, but of course, he got all sorts of special attention to make up for his lack of brudders while he healed.

So we have him and two brothers in the house still. And my Puppy, who was my cuddler, went over the Bridge.

And now I have to talk really fast when my younger daughter comes home because she doesn't think these boys - any of them - should stay, and of course the babies are in quaranteen, and then there's his three brothers who failed Intact Intro 101.

But this boy cuddles. And amazingly, I had him in my lap, sitting next to the cage where Blaggutt had lived with Louis and Andy, and forgot he was loose he was so quiet.  Louis wanted to visit, and I let him.  The next thing I know, all three boys are in the cage (door wide open) happily finishing off the SueBees in the bowl. No poof, No Polarbear, not even a squeak.  Not the ideal intro, but they HAVE lived in the same room for his entire life.

Anybody have a name suggestion?

but he SNUGGLES

And your sister didn't eat me alive. And she likes Milton.

Zucker is sugar in German

I still vote Milton.