Saturday, August 22
Interloper ...
... So, last night, there I was hanging with Mrs Possum & the bebe. And suddenly there was another one. Oi, 'sorf you. This is my patch. Nom, Nom, Nom. I think it was a boy.
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Is that a little arm reaching out of the pouch? Bebe's getting big!
(Bebe wants pears.)
Cookie, I enbiggened all those pouch photies and no, the bebe is not yet reaching for pears (sighs). Mum Poss is though, carrots, cherry tomatoes, apples, all pushed aside in favour of pears. I'm off to buy extrs this afternoon!
Too funny. You're going to end up like my mom and the neighborhood kitties, except with posses.
E, o noes, I'll be known as the Mad Possum Lady of Lilyfield!
Maybe the boy poss is her husband?
Zoomie, possibly, though if he is, he's done something to make her very cross with him indeed. The growling was something to behold!
Well then you'll have a counterpart in LA and one in Sicily. My mom and I both are crazy cat ladies.
E, well good, I'm glad I'm not alone in my madness!
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