Joe and I returned from our trip to check on my stepfather (who is doing well, thank you) to find our house had gone through a big change. It had become home to quite a few orphaned baby possums.
Sophie isn't copping to it, but we know he is guilty. This is not the first time.
We figure they made their entrances through the cat door with gentle nudges from their host. Then Sophie led the way to his food tray, and it was party-hardy for the time we were gone.
Sophie loves possums, big or small.
We like possums, too, but outside is close enough.
The survivors are back in the yard now. Two didn't make it (guess how we figured that out!) and their bodies have now received a proper burial.