The cats had company over for breakfast this morning. Last night, Tim and I woke up about 3:00. I got up and noticed the cats water bowl was dirty, so I gave them fresh water. And then I heard a noise. Of course, Tim didn't hear the noise. My best description was that it sounded like something was under the house. One of the crawl space doors had gotten open one day this week, so it was possible something had gotten under the house. We went back to sleep. This morning as I was sitting on the couch I heard somebody chewing on something. I could see Riley, our normal chewing culprit, so got up to look. It was a furry little thing in the cat bowl having breakfast. Tarzan just was sitting there looking at it. I made a few little yelps which woke Tim up and he came tearing out of the bedroom, which scared the critter, who then ran behind the washer. I decided it was much too big to be a mouse and too big and furry to be a rat - it was a baby possum! Thankfully, our washer and dryer sit on an old enclosed porch. We were able to close the doors into the kitchen and halway and open the door to the outside. Our visitor let himself out.
And, no, I didn't get a picutre.