sskrtchh, sskrtchh
The sound is coming from the bathroom wall.
I have visions of a possum insinuating itself between the wooden studs,
crawling through gaps in our rustic cabana,
to ransack our kitchen after lights out.
ssskrtchhhhh
Or a bat invading from above,
now trapped and confused.
crrrrkkkk
The closet door edges open;
I hold my breath, unable to move.
mrwow
Max, trapped by her fascination with the closet,
emerges, relieved to have forced her way out,
asking for chin rubs and kitty treats for comfort after her harrowing experience.
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