Scurry Possum headed into the top "apartment" of the cat condo, obviously intent on pooping. I picked her up, nearly giving her a heart attack, and put her in the possum litter box. She jumped out and ran for the door. A little later, Curry or Hurry wnet into the apartment and did NOT poop, so I gave her some cat treats. She ate out of my hand! So I petted her; that was too much. She ducked away. So far, the possums have hissed, shown their teeth (but not used them), ducked, dodged and ru. None has yet played possum.
Last night I saw Flurry Possum leaving the cat litter box, having properly used it. I praised her and went to get some treats to reward her. Came back to find her squatting on the plywood floor (We were in the shed, aka Grammy Cave), with urine issuing from behind. I yelled. Note to self: yelling does not abate the issuance of possum urine. To Flurry's credit, she then clmbed into the top apartment of the cat condo, sat in the window and comtemplated my sister's painting of Hannah praying for a son. Who knew possums were art connoisseurs? Or biblical scholars?
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