Look Who Came to Dinner and DIDN’T Play ‘Possum!

So our cats live outside.  By this I mean on the porch, in their cathouse, and in the barn.  I have two insulated boxes set up on the porch with cushions I made that are filled with rice that I microwave on cold days and wrap in a blanket and those guys are TOASTY!

Well, the two cats scuffle on occasion but mostly cohabitate and we feed them in bowls on the porch, and if there’s any left over we leave it for them to eat at their leisure, within reason.  I was just coming up from my indoor garden downstairs and absent-mindedly reached down and to my right to “scritch” the cat my periphery suggested was there, only to hear an UNcat-like hiss.  I sidled away and whipped out the ol’ phone with the handy flashlight app that pops on with a certain movement.  Two flicks of my wrist and I was peering into a snarl of teeth and some creepy-cute beady eyes whose lenses flashed me back like lasers:

This one did not perform as expected according to legend, and did not faint, or “play possum.”  This opossum seemed to be down for a new challenge as it would be worth it to have a full belly of cat food.

I know better then to mess with wild animals, and I hope you will follow suit.  We humanely had it leave.  No more cat food left on the porch!