He can't stay in there much longer ...

... surely to goodness. Yesterday afternoon, as Mr Brown sanded and oiled the outdoor table and chairs, and I hung out a little washing, I head the tell-tale skittle-scritch of Mrs Poss climbing down the pergola posts. She practically landed in my basket of clean washing. Of course I rushed inside to grab her a snack of pear and grapes. It was a very warm day yesterday, bebe poss was clearly finding it a bit oppressive inside the pouch.Arms and legs kept falling out, tucking back up, falling out again.
At one point it was clear the little bugger just drifted off to sleep, so relaxed was that wee; pink paw.The temptation to reach up, while Mrs Poss was distracted by all the pear juice dripping down her chin, and tweaking that little paw was powerful.
I didn't, my self control was truly amazing. I believe I deserve some sort of prize.
Also, look at that widdle chin! I bet it trembles and quivers and is surrounded by a halo of impossibly cute little possum whiskers.