...Alien squirrel. It's been tormenting Charmer all weekend long. We took down the feeder tonight because well, not only were the squirrels (yes, multiple, the word got out) eating here, but they were also using it as their lavatory.
...Ken didn't get home until late last night, and I was working. He came home to a little surprise. Charmer had "relieved" herself when she heard his car pull up to the house. He said, "At least she went on the mail and not on the rug." What mail was that, you ask? Oh, only the one piece of mail I can look forward to each week: my PEOPLE magazine. The nerve. She also managed to spread her love on our Entertainment Weekly. I actually had to read the newpaper this morning. The horror!!