Hector is on the loose today in the Cosy Apartment. After almost two weeks with me, and a week of being allowed out of the library at night, Hec is at large, while I am at work. I don’t foresee too many problems. Renn doesn’t like him right now, and Hector charges at Neville, but I don’t think that will last.
I hear Hector at night, playing. I hear him knocking fuzzy mice about, and once a night, I hear the sound of something unidentifiable, always late at night, that wakes me. Not knowing what it is, I have to investigate. One night, it was a water-filled glass with spoons in it, knocked over in the kitchen sink. Then it was Tucker’s stool at his dining-table chair; the sound it makes when being pushed is a low, moaning, scraping noise.
My little night raider seems to do his best work in the dark, so maybe the day will be a quiet one, filled with sleeping cats. If I find no blood or bodies when I return from work, I will be satisfied.