Well, last night there was commotion outside and when Keelan looked out there she discovered yet another possum. But this one had two babies attached to her. When I went out with my camera she was very displeased at the intrusion and hissed at me while climbing down from the table she was on. She had one baby on her back, but…forgot the other one. The baby left behind began frantically making this pitiful noise that I can never begin to replicate. Momma was going as fast as she could away. So I took the baby and put it down on the ground and went back inside, (it was definitely going to fall off the table if I didn’t). AFTER CAREFULLY WASHING MY HANDS WITH ANTIBACTERIAL SOAP I watched out the window while she came back and retrieved it. That’s when I grabbed the shitty camera, dashed out and took a few more shots of her making her get away. She didn’t even give the baby she came back to pick up time to climb on her back. It kind of rode underneath her while the other one was up on top.
They rush back and forth along the front of our house on the same little path going back to the neighbor’s fence. I think they are living under his pool house. SOB doesn’t have any pets so they are forced to pilfer cat food from the neighbors, (ME). I need to bring up the problem of people not feeding their own vermin at the next Homeowner’s Association meeting.
Anyway, I located a live trap at one of the animal shelters close by and since John is off tomorrow and the caregiver provider person is supposed to be here tomorrow, we will go and pick it up and go a-trappin’. I am very excited about the possum hunt and it promises to be a very busy catch and release night as I saw two neighbor cats up there eating in the next hour when I looked outside. That’s in addition to our cat. I anticipate angry cats all night long. They may even change free buffet locations.
I know what you’re thinking. Cats? There are that many cats around there and yet, an old fashioned, plague situation with possums? Yes, the cats are pretty much worthless. HOWEVER, they are well-mannered. They take turns at the food bowl with the possums and never interfear with their feedings. My work here is done.
Wait! MOOOOOOOMMY! COME BAAAAAACK!
MOM! Why do I always have to ride underneath!?
Brother always gets to ride on top!
Look, lady…just back off and let me get to the free buffet…
You can see the little one underneath and the spoiled one on top…
Sorry about how bad the pic is. It was pitch black dark and I was using a flash.
I was getting brave and a little closer.
DON’T LAUGH AT MY…diagram(?)! I am learning how to do…stuff. Click to see the words bigger cause I am a loser and didn’t feel like going back into the thingy and making them bigger. Gotta go do bedpan duty.
Comment by Serendipitous Girl on June 23, 2008 at 2:24 pm
Possums = Worthless rats on steroids. Baby Possums = CUTE, ADORABLE, WANT TO TAME THEM SO THEY CAN LIVE IN THE HOUSE PRECIOUS BABIES!
Comment by Krissa on June 23, 2008 at 3:14 pm
I KNOW, right! AND I happen to know that the babies are very, very soft, as I picked it up and put it on the ground. Just like a little, tiny kitten.
I am thinking John would kill me if I even acted like I wanted to keep one….*sigh*.
Comment by Memarie Lane on June 23, 2008 at 6:04 pm
There are very few domestic animals here because our city has very extreme pet ownership laws. There are, however, about a million prairie dogs. Cute little buggers.
Comment by Krissa on June 23, 2008 at 6:14 pm
AND they are preferable! I’ll trade. Even the baby possums!
Comment by moo on June 23, 2008 at 9:52 pm
baby anything is SO CUTE and OMG my heart was shaking that mama possum was going to LEAVE her preshus babee behind.
So, um yeah. A little invested in the story.
Comment by Tranny Head on June 24, 2008 at 2:30 pm
Eww … opossums gross me out. Something about the rat-like tail and feet is particularly ick.
Comment by halfassticaunt.com on June 26, 2008 at 8:43 pm
Actually opossums make great pets.. When Tony & Troy were little the had a pet opossum and he was great fun. They had him for several years. They also had a pet racoon, talk about the pet from hell. It was not a good pet at all.
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