Possums and Woolies and HOGs, oh my!

I want to know who publishes the GroundHog Rules. Who decides it is time to get just as FAT as they possibly can and still be able to RUN the way they do. Incredible. Things just disappear into their pudgy mouths at an alarming rate which is just about how fast they can take off if you stick your head out the window to take their picture. I know WHY they fatten up for this PowerNap they're headed for, because with all that sleeping, they'll lose nearly HALF their body weight and wake up LOOKIN' for our gardens.

The next Mangia Machine I caught sight of just this week was the first deer I have yet seen in this little yard. My bedroom window looks out to the woods with just a strip of grass of maybe 10 feet or so separating the cottage from the woods. As I walked past the bedroom door, hence the bedroom WINDOW, this deer is, in effect, FILLING said window. Oddly enough, it seems far more interested in the grape vines on the trees than in the garden morsels I've planted around the cottage. This is good.

But no, no, the wildlife doesn't stop there. Of late, I have been making just SPLENDID strides in conquering what has been a totally anaphylactic allergic reaction to cats with hypnotherapy. In the George and Gracie school of higher power with the brilliant sense of humor, pretty much the DAY of my next to last treatment, a small kitten APPEARS in my back yard. Very nice. I call this kitten Relax and Mr. Relax is no more ready to be touched than I am to touch him. It's brilliant. Since then, Relax and his mom, Mother Quilt, have been indulging in the buffet I set out for them and bit by bit, as I re-train my lungs to quit the histrionics, Relax decides that so long as he can KEEP drinking the (yes, organic) milk I put out, it might be OK for me to touch him, even pet him JUST a little....and we both manage to live through it.

So while I am becoming accustomed to the sound of cats and dishes on the back table, the other night the sounds are just a tad different somehow. I go to the back door to see something a GOOD deal larger than both cats put together, with its face in the food dish. At first I think it might be a racoon, until I see the TAIL. Eeeeeeewwwww, major rat-tail if EVER I saw one. It's a possum. I gently open the door and have some WORDS with this guy and explain that I really don't think good IAMS cat food is really on a possum's dietary plan. Well. Have you ever MET a possum? This guy turns and looks at me, *SIGHS* (I SWEAR, he sighed) and S L O W L Y begins to turn towards the edge of the table. He re-arranges his tail to wrap around the table leg (no dumb bunny, this possum) and steadying himself with his paws, LOWERS his resigned self to the ground. He gives me another LOOK, waddles off and that's that. However he hasn't much of a memory, and we're having this 'exchange' nightly now......

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