-when we lived on cramer ave (kenwick) as a young married couple we had a dog door at the back of the house. One evening we heard a racket down stairs in the kitchen/pantry area. Daisy the boxer flys downstairs, through the dog door and very shortly has someone pinned under the deck. I grab my revolver and head downstairs...wife right behind. Tense situation. My normally calm/proper bride screams "come out or my husband will ****ing shoot you!"*...at that very moment I notice a very large hairless tail wrapped around the stair stringer. The critter had climbed through the dog door and had been helping itself to daisy's food. Back to bed.
*In her defense there had been some nefarious activity in the hood.
*In her defense there had been some nefarious activity in the hood.