I awoke this morning to the sounds of Wrigley gnawing at his crate. Except that when I went to go see him, he was sitting up, as bewildered as I was, and the sounds kept going. I went in the bathroom to do some of my morning routine, when there was this scrabbling sound starting coming from underneath my feet! I was (and still am) seriously distressed about this. After much banging around, I think the critter either shut up, or went back up into the attic.
I guess those sounds I heard from up there yesterday morning weren't my imagination.
Now I have to call the exterminator, in addition to the doctor and the vet. I hate Tuesdays.