While downloading my day to Mike, well actually describing the lunch I had, I looked out the back door and slowly marching across the porch was a possum. He, she, was heading towards the water bowl we leave out for Gris-gris. Ah, that explains why the bowl is always tipped at a funny angle. The possum is short.
This is not a photo of our little fellow, but a close likeness. I like possums, they eat snails, don't carry rabies (being that they are marsupials), and have never bothered the cats, unlike the nasty raccoons, that have caused us several vet bills. And they are cute in a somewhat, well, possum-like, way.
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