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Living the Wild Life...

I moved into SageMoon Cottage back in 1985. When I moved here I had a little gray tortie named, "Annie," after the movie. Annie was a sweet but shy little cat. She had been abandoned while pregnant and we ended up with Annie and about six or seven kittens. It is hard to remember them all now.

After we gave the kittens away we were just back to a happily spayed Annie and were living the good life with a little cat in our lives. Annie always came to the back door to eat and had her chow on the top step.

One night I heard a sound at the back door, I thought it must be Annie asking for food but I was sure I'd already fed her. I opened the door and in the dark I saw her chowing away at her kitty kibble. "So sweet," I thought and I reached down to pet her. Her fur felt a little different but I didn't really think much of it until "Annie" looked up and I found myself staring into the face of a small possum. I started screaming at the top of my lungs, the possum started screaming too. It was screaming and I was screaming. My eight year old son was in his bedroom terrified not knowing what I was screaming about and not having a clue as to what that other sound was. He tried to peer out his window at the backdoor to see what was going on. All he could see was me standing at the door screaming. It was mayhem to say the least.

I was terrified that the possum was going to run into the house and I didn't know WHAT I was going to do then. All of the sudden I realized that I just needed to CLOSE THE DOOR!!!! Like a doofus I managed to close the door and hope that the petrified possum would skeddadle.

My son came running through the house after he heard the door close. He didn't know WHAT he would find but instead of the feared blood and gore all he found was a hysterical mother who was laughing her head off and trying to compose herself enough to tell the poor little guy what had happened.

Once he heard the story he was laughing too. He didn't let me soon forget not to pet possums instead of kitty cats.

 Ciao!

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tanith_astlik
Mar. 9th, 2011 03:46 am (UTC)
Possums are skeery!

I had something similar happen when I was about 16. I heard a noise in the middle of the night and looked out my bedroom only to see a coyote looking right back at me. I screamed. He screamed. All that was missing was the ice cream! ;)
ardeeeichelmann
Mar. 10th, 2011 11:10 am (UTC)
possums and coyotes...
I'll take my chances with a coyote over a possum ANY day. Possums are skeery. Coyotes can be quite playful. We had several in my neighborhood a few years back, I'd see them when I'd have to be out in the middle of the night. I'd talk to the coyotes and they'd dance around the car and prance so pretty.

I am lucky they were all friendly. I ran into a wolf the same way one night. It was NOT friendly. It was very intense and powerful. THAT was skeery too!

Ardee-ann
tanith_astlik
Mar. 10th, 2011 04:04 pm (UTC)
Re: possums and coyotes...
We had possums in Sunnyvale, on the peninsula in the SF Bay area. I thought they were totally skeery, with their pointy muzzles and needle-teeth. Aiieeeeeeee!!

When I was 16 I was expecting a boy, not a coyote. Not actually expecting him, but he might have come to see me. So I was quite startled to see the coyote, who may have come to visit my collie in the back yard.

The year before, two trotted down the street when I was coming back from a date. We lived in the foothills, not far below Angeles Crest National Forest and I expected them to be wilder than they seemed, but we were all leery of each other just the same.
ardeeeichelmann
Mar. 10th, 2011 08:04 pm (UTC)
Re: possums and coyotes...
Possums and their needle teeth are skeery, skeery indeed.

It is well to be leery of coyotes because they are certainly not domesticated but aren't always as wild as depicted. BTW, have you read about coy-dogs and coy-wolves. These are two hybrids to be aware of in these days and times.

Sorry you had a coyote staring in at you instead of the boy, darn it all.

Hugs,

Ardee-ann
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