I think that the only thing Wilson enjoyed during the moving process was the amount of boxes available for him.
Now that I'm home all day with him and see that he no longer has a squirrel-friend to watch outside his window, I try to have a little more fun with him. The easiest way? Boxes.
Wilson has become the Box King.
Box Tents. Box beds. Box spy-holes. Give him a box and you will make his day.