Protection!
I think I am pretty capable of taking care of myself. I know my limits as a kungfu master mind you. Although, I did take two years of karate in Jr High. I won’t be taking on any Jackie Chans or walking down dark alleys. In my home if feel very safe. I have a dog that barks and big husband that loves me and I assume will lay down his life for me. Aaahhhh Sigh of content…that is until “Perry the Possum” snuck in our doggie door Monday!!
Here is how it went down:
Monday night
0345hrs lover hears something eating the dog food; he thinks to himself, “I have never heard the cat smack that loud. The fact that I am pinned to my bed by the dog and (the preacher’s dog we are babysitting) tells me that sound is not coming from my dog. Wonder what it is, maybe the stray cat that has been hanging around lately. I hate that stray cat he sprays on my truck. I will get up and drop kick him out the doggie door.” So lover gets up and sneaks into the kitchen and there was nothing there just a mess around the food bowel. Maybe it is a dream. Lover spends the next 3 min pushing our dog and preacher’s dog off his side of the bed and resumes his supine position.
0445hrs lover again hears something smacking in the kitchen. That! DARN! Cat. Very quietly lover again sneaks into the kitchen flips the light on and bam!
He meets Perry the possum. Yep a possum is in our kitchen eating the dog food. As lover turns on the light the possum walks around the corner into the living room and waddles down the hall to the girls’ rooms. So lover starts looking for him he did not see which room it went into. Flash light in hand lover is diligently digging through stuffed animals, my little ponies and little people looking for Perry. All to to no avail Perry was nowhere to be found.
0530hrs my alarm goes off and I wake to find lover roaming the halls with a trash grabber, aka. The critter gitter,
and an igloo 
playmate cooler in his hand. With goosebumps the size of golf balls. Apparently lover thinks possums are “nasty” worse than snakes or rats.
Tuesday we shut the doggie door before we go to bed we will have no visitors tonight!!
0100hrs the smacking begins lover and I both hear it, I jump up and rush into the kitchen flip on the light and find nothing but another mess around the food bowel. I grab the flash light lover grabs his critter gitter and the cooler and we again go on the hunt for Perry. Again we find nothing. Lover thinks he is getting in through the air conditioner vent I think he spent the night in the house. We look for about an hour and find nothing.
I think I am pretty capable of taking care of myself. I know my limits as a kungfu master mind you. Although, I did take two years of karate in Jr High. I won’t be taking on any Jackie Chans or walking down dark alleys. In my home if feel very safe. I have a dog that barks and big husband that loves me and I assume will lay down his life for me. Aaahhhh Sigh of content…that is until “Perry the Possum” snuck in our doggie door Monday!!
Here is how it went down:
Monday night
0345hrs lover hears something eating the dog food; he thinks to himself, “I have never heard the cat smack that loud. The fact that I am pinned to my bed by the dog and (the preacher’s dog we are babysitting) tells me that sound is not coming from my dog. Wonder what it is, maybe the stray cat that has been hanging around lately. I hate that stray cat he sprays on my truck. I will get up and drop kick him out the doggie door.” So lover gets up and sneaks into the kitchen and there was nothing there just a mess around the food bowel. Maybe it is a dream. Lover spends the next 3 min pushing our dog and preacher’s dog off his side of the bed and resumes his supine position.
0445hrs lover again hears something smacking in the kitchen. That! DARN! Cat. Very quietly lover again sneaks into the kitchen flips the light on and bam!
He meets Perry the possum. Yep a possum is in our kitchen eating the dog food. As lover turns on the light the possum walks around the corner into the living room and waddles down the hall to the girls’ rooms. So lover starts looking for him he did not see which room it went into. Flash light in hand lover is diligently digging through stuffed animals, my little ponies and little people looking for Perry. All to to no avail Perry was nowhere to be found.0530hrs my alarm goes off and I wake to find lover roaming the halls with a trash grabber, aka. The critter gitter,
and an igloo 
playmate cooler in his hand. With goosebumps the size of golf balls. Apparently lover thinks possums are “nasty” worse than snakes or rats.Tuesday we shut the doggie door before we go to bed we will have no visitors tonight!!
0100hrs the smacking begins lover and I both hear it, I jump up and rush into the kitchen flip on the light and find nothing but another mess around the food bowel. I grab the flash light lover grabs his critter gitter and the cooler and we again go on the hunt for Perry. Again we find nothing. Lover thinks he is getting in through the air conditioner vent I think he spent the night in the house. We look for about an hour and find nothing.
The crazy thing is the dogs never even woke up. It is like they have a deal worked out with the possum. If you don’t scratch my eyes out I’ll let you eat my food. Lover gets that horrible shudder every time we mention the possum. So my question is am I safe?
YES! I am Lover would lay down his life for me, I know that and have no doubt. Unless maybe if there was a possum involved :)
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