Britney's kitty.

[katster]

So.

A few nights ago, Britney the dog went ballistic. Thinking it was somebody trying to break into the cars, Jill and I run outside, me with the baseball bat. As we're locking things up, Brit gets all excited and wants to go in the backyard. Worried, we follow carefully. She finds what at first appeared to be a cat on the fence and went leaping for it, trying to chase it out of the backyard. But it didn't look right for a cat, and it turned out it wasn't.

Unfortunately, that night I didn't have my camera, but the fellow came back today, and I was able to get this shot of him in the neighbor's tree.



(the full shot and a slightly less tightly cropped one can be seen at this gallery).

Yep, we've got a neigborhood possum, it appears. :)

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Oh goody, I get to tell my possum story!

[lirazel.livejournal.com]

Several years ago, (more than I like to think about, actually) I lived in a ground-floor apartment where my bedroom was next to the driveway.

There had been some break-ins in the neighborhood--in fact, I apparently startled one fellow into leaving when he was trying to burgle the VW belonging to the upstairs people. So, when I heard rustling in the garage, I grew suspicious and anxious. When I called out "Who's there?!?" and turned on the light and the rustling ceased abruptly, I grew even more suspicious and anxious. After all, there was nothing between me and It but a window screen.

I called 911.

The police arrived, and I saw the shadowy form of an Officer of the Law, hand on gun butt and flashlight at the ready, stealing into our garage. There was a sudden scrabble of noise, and then a deep, drawling, ever-so-slightly-disappointed voice:

"It's a possum, Ma'am."

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(That's a big one you've got there...)