Pasha woke me up at 6 AM this morning, and I dutifully let her outside. Although the opossum has been o-missing for almost a month, I still watch the pup through the window to make sure she doesn’t bring a certain surprise into the house. Last night, she darted straight into our garage, and out darted a huge black cat. Well … it’s better than an opossum. Back to bed.
Cut to 7:15 and John takes the pup out, and she directs him straight to … a dead opossum, in the middle of our backyard.
The only explanation is that Mystery Cat came across neighbor-opossum and they had a disagreement that ended in homicide. I can’t say I’m a cat person, but I do admire their straightforwardness.