There are quite a few neighbourhood cats, some in better shape than others. There are 'possums in the neighbourhood too (not to mention the raccoons and skunks). The cats have learned not to run away from the girls and the girls have learned not to run after the cats but that doesn't prevent both sides from being ready.
One evening (it was already dark), the three of us saw a shadow up ahead. I thought it was a bag, at first, then maybe it was one of the cats. Roxy poked her nose at it and was hissed at for her trouble. Sonee did nothing. And as we passed, I saw that it was the 'possum which just watched us walk on by.
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