All was quiet on The Avenue last night. The cats were caged in the garage to keep them from getting into the trap. I slept soundly and undisturbed by any raccoon carcasses falling through my bedroom ceiling.
Upon inspecting the trap this morning, it too was undisturbed. As were the garbage cans and the soffit was still in place.
But wait, what's this? Houdini, I mean Henry is not in his cage! I consulted
Grissom Whynot and he suggested that maybe it wasn't a raccoon at all. Maybe it was Henry we heard in the attic. After all, the prime suspect is always the first one at the crime scene and Henry was out there with us Monday night.
I'm relieved that it may not have been a 50 lb rodent like critter up there, but Henry WTF! That's equivalent to biting the hand that feeds you. Keep it up and I'll snip more than your balls.
Anyone want a cat?
I've been neglecting my Google Reader and even worse, I've been doing what I hate the most....LURKING. I have so many blogs to catch up on and so much to do around The Avenue, so please forgive me. I'll leave a generic comment below for all of you and you can cut and paste if you'd like. Just know that I love you all a whole bunch.
Great post as usual. I so enjoy your daily antics and look forward to reading your blog entries. Thanks for making me smile today.
Question for you......
Would you be interested in my sharing some great deals I find online? Or do you pretty much already see them as you surf the web? Because sometimes I come across a few that make me so excited that I soil myself.