You would shrug your shoulders if you could, but sadly you're a squirrel, and thus you can't. You could try to escape, and might actually find a way to, but then what? Life in a suburban neighborhood? A lifetime of dodging cars, and probably one fatal day you'll screw up and end up roadkill?
Versus a lifetime of hanging out with a misguided, but caring young woman? You decide to make the best of a bad situation. Over the course of the next seven weeks you develop a grudging friendship with the woman. She feeds you, she pets you, you pretend to like it but slightly curse her for her selfishness as she does so. Life settles into a routine.
Until one day the door opens. Rather then it being your "owner", it turns out to be the witch from before! She looks down at you and smiles. "She decided to keep you as a pet, did she?" the witch says. "I was wondering if she would do that. Shall I turn her into a squirrel as well? One tail twitch for yes, two for no." She says.