Blackie didn't do much. He didn't need to. Mostly, he just ate and slept. But one day the Skadberg kids came a-knocking, and Blackie ran up to the attic to hide. At 4A.M. I woke up. There was scratching sound in the corner of the bedroom behind the armoire. At first I thought it was a squirrel outside on the drainpipe. Then I realized that something was inside the wall. I took a hammer and punched a hole in the wall. There was Blackie perched on the electric box. He had crawled under the attic floor and fallen down wall cavity. He could have easily fallen all the way to the basement and we might never have heard him.
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