I had a post all planned out for tonight . . . definitely saving it for tomorrow now!
A few minutes ago, I got up to set up the coffeemaker for the DH (in exchange, he doesn't wake me up when he leaves for work).
I kept hearing something munching in the kitchen, and I figured it was the cat, although it was very noisy munching.
I walk in my kitchen . . .
And there's a POSSUM eating Kitty Baby's food!
In my KITCHEN!
I was not a happy camper.
Heck, I'm still not a happy camper.
I chased him out, didn't wake the DH (hey, he has to work tomorrow).
But I left him a big note on the fridge about how we really need to further secure the bathroom with the torn out floor, so POSSUMS don't come through there, climb over the partially removed wall in the laundry room and eat the kitty's food.
I bet Amie had something to do with this! She's sending me possums!
(And oh, my Lord, my mama warned me about "something" getting in through that floor. Now I have to tell her she was right. Hmmm. Maybe I just won't tell her!)