Last Monday, I was getting ready to head out the door to work when I noticed Soth was spazzing out at the back door. He was hopping from door to door, chirping, and twitching his tail.
When I took a closer look, I saw that he was chasing a chipmunk that was scavenging on the back porch.
Soth was in Heaven. He loves to hunt--but being an indoor kitty, he doesn't get many options to do so. (When we go to his grandma and grandpa's house, he uses his ninja stealth to sneak out the backdoor when the dogs go in and out so he can chase squirrels.)
I was so happy to see him so interested in something. The summer was stressful for him with travel and his first foray into boarding, so he hasn't seemed like his normal self lately, so it was nice to see him being so active.
On Tuesday, I got home from work and Soth kept crouching in front of the bedroom door. He'd paw around I thought maybe he was hunting spiders, which is one of the few opportunities he gets to hunt indoors and is one of his favorite activities.
I checked, but I didn't see anything he could be hunting. I figured he was just being a weirdo and left for agility class with Barley. When we got home, he was still camped out in that spot. I checked for more spiders--nothing.
When I curled up in bed, I realized what he'd been doing. There was something in the wall. I could hear something scritching around inside the wall. A few years ago, Soth killed two mice in our apartment, but after the apartment owners had patched up some holes, we never had another problem. Instead of going to bed, I started putting away clothes that had piled up in front of the closet so that I could have maintenance come back in and solve the problem without being embarrassed about my clutter. I tossed peppermint oiled cotton balls all over my closet (because if that really keeps mice away, having my wardrobe smell like Christmas in October is totally worth it).
Eventually, Soth gave up his post and curled up in his chair. When I finally got back in bed, I couldn't focus on anything except for the noise in my wall. I put on music with a sleep timer, but as soon as I started to fall asleep, Soth started attacking the wall. He kept flinging himself at the wall and then sprawling out beside it and kicking it with his back feet. By that point, it was almost 2:00 a.m. and I knew I wasn't going to be getting any sleep in my room and relocated to the couch.
When I woke up the next morning, this is what I found. The pets might have planted this creature in the wall in an attempt to get the bed all to themselves.