OK. I forgot to tell yall what happened to me Friday night. Since weve moved to Charlotte, weve converted Opus to being an outdoor cat. She has food and water in the house and on the deck, but usually is only allowed in the house when were home. While I would usually refresh her outside food and water in the morning, the week I was in Wheeling, Jim found it more convenient to do it when he put her out at night before going to bed. Friday night, I went out to feed her and just as I was reaching into the shelter to grab her dishes, a small pointed WHITE face turned and looked up at me. For those of you who dont know her, Opus is black. I screamed, ran back into the house, started speaking gibberish to Jim and pointing at the backyard. We peeked through the french doors and saw a half grown opossum helping himself (herself?) to some kitty kibble. Once I was able to calm down, I stepped outside the door and calmly explained to the youngun why it was not cool to frighten me and that he (she?) had no business eating my cats kibble. The little one saw the error of its ways, waddled out of the shelter and vanished into the bushes next to the deck. Since opossums are nocturnal, Opus now gets her outdoor cafe refreshed in the mornings again.
Posted on: Wed, 16 Oct 2013 10:41:00 +0000
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