Sunday, April 24, 2011

Not Playing Possum

Being as it's just us girls, we keep whatever hours we choose. Sometimes I like to wake CJ up early cause I'm hungry. So I jump on her bed and kind of stomp around. It may take a couple of trips up onto the bed but I generally wake her, sort of. She automatically feeds me first thing when she gets up, whether I wake her at 3:30 or 4:30 a.m. or she wakes on her own at 5:30 or 6:30. She also opens the backdoor to let me out. Then she'll put on a pot of coffee and go back to bed if I woke her.

The other morning I decided to wake her up and then she let me out and was making the coffee when I came running and hissing back in with a possum after me, not playing at all. Possums have no sense of humor. What they have are very sharp teeth, like spikes. It was as big as me and hissing just like I was. The possum runs after me through the kitchen and almost goes into the living before CJ finds her voice and starts screaming like she just woke out of a bad dream.

"Get out! Get out of here!" she shouts and the possum does a quick u-turn and runs back through the kitchen and down the back steps. CJ locks the door behind it. Whew!

I have not woken CJ up since then although this morning I did get up on the bed and lay their quietly, or so I thought until she got up and gave me some fresh chicken livers. She hasn't figured out not to reward me when I wake her up. What would you do?

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