I got home last night to find out that somehow Clyde (the short tailed oppossum) has excaped from his home.
I had much trouble sleeping last night amidst my pangs of guilt and sadness.
I left his food and water on the floor in the middle of the room, along with his litter dish.
He liked to dig in the litter, so I'm thinking that if it's all messed up tonight then I know at least that he's still in the room and not eaten by a cat.
If it's not touched in 2-3 days...
That'd make it time to take apart the clyde home and be depressed for awhile at my misjudgement.
Who'd have thought that he could push that cage topper up enough to get out? He was such a lil guy...