I was walking back from the gas station a few minutes ago, having realised that I needed toilet paper. As is usual for nighttime jaunts around here, I saw a few members of the local wildlife contingent. Notably, I ran into a possum! They are really cute creatures, and normally run away when they spot humans.
Not this possum. This possum was evil. It was a little albino, giving its eyes a reddish tint. It was drooling, had its fangs out, and slowly waddled towards me. I truly didn't think a possum could be sinister, but I think this one was hoping to reincarnate as a hell-hound.
My usual "talk calmy while retreating" approach to animals didn't work. DevilPossum continued his inexorable advance, and I was beginning to wonder what I had handy to beat a probably rabid (any other reason a possum would pretend to be an attack dog?) critter when my savior arrived. The neighbourhood cute little black cat meowed and ran over to me! Upon seeing the situation, she bared her fangs, hissed, gave the most terrifying "mrrrooooowww" noise... and the possum ran for it. Cute cat then purred, rubbed up against me, and vanished into the night.
So, I'm happy to say I didn't have to fight a possum. I'm not sure if I should be proud of the fact that a tiny house-cat scared away my assailant more effectively than a 5'10" Englishman, though. I'm also very relieved that the cat was smart enough not to get close enough to risk catching rabies.
Cats rock.
Mood: thoughtful
Music: Steve Morse - Guitar Solo
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