Looking out onto our porch, there was a fuzzy ball perched on the corner of the railing.
"... honey, we have a visitor!"
And just so you know, that's thin wedges of fresh apple he's getting (yes, it's a he. The signs were kinda obvious).
As you can see, he's quite the nifty climber and check out that tail!
Oh, and this is why we call him Scarface.
Apparently he's got a fresh cut on the other side of his head that's scabbed up quite nicely. We'll be keeping an eye out for him.