Outside my window, not 5 feet away, I've placed a bird feeder that is visited all day long by cardinals, blue jays, mourning doves, titmice, rosy-headed house finches and squirrels, of course. Mr. Mew at times is so overwhelmed by his animal heart that he leaps, Sylvester-like, at the window or toward Jacques' cage, then hangs by his claws from the window or bottom of the cage before crashing to the floor. As he slinks away, Jacques breaks Tweety-like into victorious song. The outside birds fly to the window and peck it tauntingly. The crawl space of our house is a scary place.
Animals enter it and rummage and nest continually.
It seems we have no control over what happens in the dark world. But whatever it is, it isn't human. Oh, a cold wind blew through me on hearing that, I'm telling you. Among the inhuman denizens of our home's underworld are possums. For a while, baby possums seemed continually to find their way from the depths up through the walls into the house.