Right there, perched on the dinette cushion while we had a bedtime snack. My first thought; oh, so cute. My next thought, crap, he’s in the motorhome. What has he been doing and who did he bring with him? He scurried off. I didn’t sleep so well that night. I heard him getting into everything. Rustling and squeaking and those pattering feet sounded like size 13 shoes to me. He has GOT TO GO