Possum Adventures

Frankie, our friendly marsupial, was startled a few nights previous.  My
partner was taking his dinner to Frankie--scared Frankie and he took
of, forgetting the fence between him/her and the road.  He ran into that
fence 3 times before my partner could get back inside.

Tonight, 10 minutes after he put Frankie's dinner out, a large cat came
and ran Frankie up a tree.  Apparently, possums are better climbers
than cats.  He was clean to the top of that tree when my partner
checked on him and ran the cat off.  We watched Frankie climb down
that tree, going down face first, and moving rapidly for a possum in the
dark.

We stayed on the front porch while Frankie ate; my partner thinks
he doesn't know we're here.  I know he does; he is familiar with
my voice.  I talk to him all the time--he doesn't run from me.  I am
the first one to feed and the one that let him out of the cage intended
for the feral cat.

And Daisy is having trouble napping.  Too many birds to watch.
They flit by the windows, even lighting on the screen, watching me
on the computer--and Daisy can't get to them.  When they light on
the windows in front of her, her tail goes from twitching back and
forth to moving in a circular motion.  I've never seen anything like
it.  She definitely loves this house; she was so bored before that
she had started watching TV.  And I am serious.  She didn't like
any violent programming however.

All for tonight.