It's alive

There is Something under the deck. Gaby has been outside since after dinner, a good hour and a half or more, pacing back and forth, sniffing the gaps between the boards, ignoring me when I try to call her inside. The Something could be a chipmunk, although I haven't seen one of those since the feral cats moved in across the street a few years ago. Could be a mouse. A possum. E.T.

King sniffed around a little, but it's been a long day and he needs his postprandial nap.

It's alive

There is Something under the deck. Gaby has been outside since after dinner, a good hour and a half or more, pacing back and forth, sniffing the gaps between the boards, ignoring me when I try to call her inside. The Something could be a chipmunk, although I haven't seen one of those since the feral cats moved in across the street a few years ago. Could be a mouse. A possum. E.T.

King sniffed around a little, but it's been a long day and he needs his postprandial nap.