Movement in the window broke me out of my television-induced haze. A really, really homely albino cat was snuffling around the stairs and gazing longingly in my window. Then he turned around, sashaying his little behind at me and giving me a bird's eye view of his nether-regions. I started at his reticulated tail. What a minute - he's a rat - a big, BIG rat. He twirled again and approached the window, apparently under the misapprehension that I have accepted his advances.
He peeks in the window, not at me, but at the large garlic, rosemary, and thyme pots on the windowsill. He's not interested in me at all! It's the food! Oh, and he isn't a rat, he's a possum - a genuine possum. He sees me at last (watches me warily) - retreats...advances....retreats again.....and disappears in the bushes in the front yard. Later, I find his muddy tracks all around the sides of the house, the steps, and the ground floor window area.
I don't live out in Sugar Grove - this is Berwyn, I'm talking about. I would find this much odder, but I've already seen the parakeets. It doesn't get much stranger than that. Besides, our housing complex in China had hedgehogs and northeastern China is about as densely populated as a place can be.
My possum visited on Sunday. I think he was trying to one-up Groundhog Phil. And what does the shadow of a possum portent (weather-wise, that is), anyway?
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
Where, oh where, did Cheryl go? Where, oh where, could she be?
ReplyDeleteOk, I'll stop now.