maybe he's about to become stew.

Yeah, purchased for what? I had a friend in grad school who had a wild racoon as a "pet." She was a weird one though . . .

I think Katherine Harris' shirt might eat that poor possum once it's done uglying up her arms.

Opossums belong in the wild, not as pets (or food.)

They're North America's only marsupial. Show a little respect.

I really hope she loses her Senate race (and has a bad accident at some point as well.) Political grandstanding with a possum? This woman is an idiot.

But is she going to Vegas?

I had a bad summer with possums once. Killed three, I'm afraid. They have a bad habit of freezing in my lane at night. Don't see 'em until it's too late.

George had an old farm cat, a tiny little grey and peach thing, Smokey, who got a handful of kibble every day and then caught anything else she needed (at 20 years old, not many mice, mostly moths, but one day when I was there a bunny that was as big as her!)

Anyway, soft old me bought premium cat food for Smokey and sneaked it out when George wasn't looking. But the cat food attracted a little possum, which I caught sitting on the woodpile, looking in at me through the kitchen window, chowing down on Smokey's dinner.

George was about to fetch his .22, but I asked him to give it a chance. I talked to it through the window and told it that it had better not come back. I moved Smokey's food into the barn, and never saw the possum again.

I'd never seen a possum up close before. It was a strange mixture of cuteness and evilness.

I cannot imagine what that stupid woman is going to do with the one she bought. I bet once the possum photo-op was done she turned and handed it to an aide with a 'Get rid of this'.

varmint.

Um, do we know why anyone would want to purchase a possum? It doesn't look particularly cuddly or tasty.

She looks more like Doug McClure to me.

I'm not sure, but I think it's part of the possum auction.

After shaking the possums, the politicians returned them to a cage. They will get a good meal and then be set free in the woods, said festival chairman Joe Tharp. The proceeds go to charity and to help pay the festival's expenses.

She was most likely just posing with the possum and didn't actually purchase it.

We used to have a family member who owned a cookie delovery route. One holiday season he gave us several containers of cookies (probably outdated, knowing him). As none of the cookies appealed to us (or the kids, so that says a lot), we tossed them in the trash.
Our garbage cans were located on the side of our front steps, and on arriving home the next night, I glanced down in the can. There, curled up and "playing dead", was a full grown and very full possum. He had eated every single cookie (but one) and now could not get out of the garbage pail. I vvveeerrryyy ssslllooowwwllyy lowered the can, waited a few, and he finally waddled away. I do have a picture somewhere, but it was before my digital days.
I find them cute, as I also find skunks and squirrels cute. I'm an equal opportunity cuter-finder!

*aaaarrrrggghhh "delivery" route!*

I guess this is where I'm supposed to tell this story.

Two nights ago, a bump in the night woke me up at 4:30 a.m. Now, I live alone, and I hear strange noises all the time. But usually I've dreamt them. The cats are my canaries -- if they react, I know that the noise was real. And two nights ago, after I woke up, the cats hightailed it out of the room. So I knew that something was up.

I lay there for a while doing that internal debate: "Do I lie here very still, do I turn the light on? Should I be real quiet or make a lot of noise?" After hearing more noise, I decided to turn the light on and investigate.

I crept down the hall, and as I got closer it sounded like someone was rattling at the knob on the back door. I waited for a while to make sure that no one was in the house, then proceeded to the back door. When I got there, I could tell the noise was outside.

I finally got up the courage to turn on the porch light. There was a little baby possum right outside the door, looking at me. But up above my head, on the arbor, there were two other possums having a knock-down, drag-out fight. The smaller of the two was having a hard time negotiating the slats on the arbor, and it kept falling through the cracks and catching itself. The big one was making a noise I can only describe as half-cat, half-dinosaur.

Anyway, their shenanigans on the arbor were shaking the entire back side of the house, which is why the doorknob was rattling.

And if anyone wants to buy three possums, I'm happy to auction them off.

Oh, and being from the south, this is the first I've ever heard of a possum auction. In my very white high school, though, we had an annual "slave" auction as a fundraiser. I'm hoping they don't do that any more.

Cookie de-lovery? Naughty vixen.
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Wolfdog! Where have you been?! I was just getting ready to post a posse!!

Hm, sometimes I just don't have a lot to say.

Or maybe a mouth full of cookies gets in the way.