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lurkittyI'm looking at my poor old kitty, Scuffy, sitting outside. I just got back in form the cold. He is sitting on the porch where it's dry at least, but it is raining. He's looking very pathetic because he can't get into his house. He has a plastic kitty house with a bed in it, you see.
Only tonight, the house is turned up on end.
I was looking out the sliding glass door and noticed that the possum was back. I really don't like possums. Never have. They are quite mean and will bite the cats. This one was eating the cat food in front of the cat's house, when I noticed a nose come out of the house. My cat is way too much of a coward to take on a possum. I put on my glasses.
It was another possum!
I had to go out and get the squatter possum out of the cat house. I stuck a stick in the house and it bit the stick. I heard growling and snarling and here I was in my bare feet armed only with a stick. I could have grabbed my sword, but I picked up a stick!
The possum wasn't coming out of the house, so I picked up the back of the house and tipped it up. I started shaking it to get the critter to dislodge. I know what you're thinking. Here she is, in her bare feet, shaking a possum out of a cat house. I started to think about that after I started doing it, of course.
Out comes this huge, freaked out, pissed off possum! Straight for me! But, not really, he (she?) ran past.
The cat finally gave up, He's decided he can probably find better digs elsewhere tonight. I don't blame him.
ETA (no![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
altrus, I'm not talking about the plastic Sting replica that goes "Doink!" when you hit something. I'm talking about my scimitar)
Only tonight, the house is turned up on end.
I was looking out the sliding glass door and noticed that the possum was back. I really don't like possums. Never have. They are quite mean and will bite the cats. This one was eating the cat food in front of the cat's house, when I noticed a nose come out of the house. My cat is way too much of a coward to take on a possum. I put on my glasses.
It was another possum!
I had to go out and get the squatter possum out of the cat house. I stuck a stick in the house and it bit the stick. I heard growling and snarling and here I was in my bare feet armed only with a stick. I could have grabbed my sword, but I picked up a stick!
The possum wasn't coming out of the house, so I picked up the back of the house and tipped it up. I started shaking it to get the critter to dislodge. I know what you're thinking. Here she is, in her bare feet, shaking a possum out of a cat house. I started to think about that after I started doing it, of course.
Out comes this huge, freaked out, pissed off possum! Straight for me! But, not really, he (she?) ran past.
The cat finally gave up, He's decided he can probably find better digs elsewhere tonight. I don't blame him.
ETA (no
altrus, I'm not talking about the plastic Sting replica that goes "Doink!" when you hit something. I'm talking about my scimitar)
