Well, obviously I didn't think there really was a person in the apartment. I think if I had I would have slid off the bed, at least. My physical skills being almost nonexistent, I wouldn't consider attacking this person, but just hiding somehow.
I heard Floyd bark again, figured he had just heard someone outside, and fell back asleep. I had taken some tylenol pm last night, so sleep came easily.
This morning I got up, unmolested by animals (another first), and made my way into the kitchen. Where, on the floor, I saw the remains. Of a loaf of unsliced whole wheat bread I bought last night. Floyd was guarding it as his territory, and he had taken some goodly bites from it. I put it in the trash. Not long after that, Floyd led me to his little pile of poop. I guess the fiber worked a little too fast for his little system.
The Thief
