Two nights ago I was happily slipping into blissful sleep on the couch when I was rudely awakened by the cats informing me all was not well in their precious little world. Something was out on the porch! Yes, and that something was, of course, the resident possum.

As resigned as I am to the reality there will always be at least one possum sharing my immediate existence with me, I don’t necessarily want to be feeding the thing. Therefore, new outdoor cat feeding rules have been instituted. The outdoor strays get fed at sunrise, and any cat that wants a bite of food better get around to grabbing some before sunset when I pick up the bowl and empty it back into the bag. Sasha and Grumpy are not pleased with this change, and I can only imagine the possum isn’t thrilled about there not being a bowl of cat food on my porch every night as well. Too bad. The cats will just have to adapt, and the possum can please continue to usefully eat the snails, slugs, and giant roaches living in my yard.

Peaceful coexistence shall be maintained!