I woke up around 4:00 this morning and could not get back to sleep. I finally gave up and got up around 5:30. As I was getting dressed I heard a tiny Possum meow. And then another. Not her normal "It's about time you got up to fix us some breakfast!", but more like Possum had fallen "in the well".
What on earth?? I clicked on the light and saw nothing askew. No furniture tipped over trapping her, no huge pile of laundry burying her...well, there may have been a huge pile of laundry, but it was in no way causing her troubled cries. The only thing left was Bea's crate, but how would she get stuck on that.
She wasn't stuck on it. She was stuck in it! With Bea! All night!
I remembered Bea hesitating a moment before she went to bed last night, but I assumed it was because I'd changed her bedding to a blanket she'd not seen before. Bea chooses to still sleep in her puppy crate and it's a cozy little cave. Possum apparently thought so too.
I never heard a peep until I got up, but now I'm wondering if Possum had been throwing darts at me half the night. It's not a large crate, just barely big enough for Bea. How they both made it through the night together is...well, let's just say I opened the door without stopping to try to take a picture...that I now kind of wish I had.
(Insert picture of grumpy Possum)
"Dis NOT my bed!"
