crankyI just found a plum in my bed.
Claw-pierced, half-gnawed - like the damn cat thought it was a ball. I don't know why he went into the fruit bowl. He never has before. Adam suggests that he was bringing the plum to me - breakfast in bed - and I do remember him jumping up on the bed in the wee hours, then doing his foot-attack mama-get-up! routine, but I'm pretty sure I kicked him in the head.
At least it wasn't a chipmunk.