The World's Ugliest Cat

The cats are moving off the porch today from whence we took pity on them during the snowstorms. I'm tired of my porch looking like the Joads live here, but mostly, with the exception of Miss Kitty, the cats are smelly and pungently territorial. And more than that -- Dave found a possum living under the straw!!

He had a great gig going -- nice cozy den with room service, but ICK!!! I know possums are earthly creatures and probably have some purpose in the scheme of the world, but . . . ICK!!

Dave happened to notice Mr. Possum last night when he was out investigating something that fell to the earth burning -- yeah, yeah, but that's another story -- and thank god, he did because I nearly picked the straw up the other day to carry it out to the shed. That's all I need -- a painful series of rabies shots because I accidentally picked up a possum. Not to mention all the rehabilitation after my heart attack.

How wonderful to have married a hero. I tell him he should wear a cape. Not only does he open the door to noisy closets at 5 in the morning, but now he has vanquished the possum from the porch.