A Visitor

I heard it the other day as I was getting dressed. It was just a little light scratching. The dogs were inside and I figured it was Cole's paws/nails hitting the hardwoods according to whatever he was dreaming about. But last night, in a state of restlessness, I heard it again. It went on for a long time...a VERY long time. I didn't bother waking The Love of My Life up. I knew it would just make two of us toss and turn. I've concluded that we do in fact have a visitor. I'm hoping for the best- just a little mouse. But in my half awake, half asleep consciousness, this is what I pictured:






LOML, this one's all on you.
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