In the kitchen making myself a lemon tea. Lefty let me know that he wanted out the backdoor. Since it was part of his usual routine, I let him out. While searching in the cupboards for some honey, I heard a cur-fluffle in the backyard. I rushed to see what was happening. I thought I might be saving some poor creature, since last year, Lefty caught the neighbors cat. This was not the case here, for I discovered that Lefty had encountered a Possum. I shouted Lefty's name like a distraught mother who was watching the demise of their child. Lefty had cornered the Possum and they were taking turns intimidating each-other, jutting forward with mouths open either barking or snarling. When Lefty heard my call, he backed off as he was in trouble. By that point I was down the porch stairs and in the middle of the backyard. Lefty ran to the opposite corner and then passed me and I quickly rushed him through the backdoor. I didn't, until that point, even look to see what the possum was doing, but I'm sure he was running away too. I checked him for wounds but he was unharmed. I think he was a little traumatized because after that he stuck close to me for the whole night.
The next week I was baking cookies, setting them out on the porch railing to cool and I noticed something out of the corner of my eye. It was him, Mr. Possum, it took a moment to realize it because he was moving away, I though he was one of the fat neighborhood cats, but it was him, after my cookies I suspect.
That is the last we saw of him, so far...
