An Intruder

Someone found my site with an Internet search of the phrase, " Is it possible for someone to live in my house when I'm away or at work?"

That is something that has never occurred to me before. I'm away for about 10 hours a day. Perhaps someone else lives in my house during those hours I'm gone. How would I know? How would the dogs be able to tell me?

Maybe I've been falsely accusing MacKenzie of chewing the buttons off my clothes and crapping on the carpet. I've never caught her in the act. I just assumed it was her since this started after she moved in. Perhaps, it is an intruder doing these things.

If someone is doing that, I need to track them down and make them pay rent, not to mention sew the buttons back on my clothes. Do you think it's possible that someone lives in your house when you're away? Is there really someone out there who is worried about this?

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Something annoying happened at the grocery store yesterday. The young man ringing me up called me sir. I don't know if he just misspoke or if he thought I was a man. I said nothing, but it worried me a little.

Today, I went outside to get the paper and a young man walking by on the other side of the street whistled at me. I guess today is compensation for yesterday. Although, I can't be sure if today's young man whistled because he though I was an attractive man. I really need to start wearing make-up, but not so much that I look like a drag-queen.