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Me and my little sis found a dead baby possum. (It already was dead when we found it.) Little sis took it inside and put it on my mom's pillow. She was surprised!

I asked my sis why she did that. She said, "Because I love her."

Wiki is such a suck-up.

lol - is "Poopyhead" her middle name?

Possums are cute. Dead, not so much.

Maybe it was just playing. (dead)

They do that.

Maybe it plays dead very, very well.

jaybee wrote:Maybe it was just playing. (dead)

They do that.

Maybe it plays dead very, very well.

It's not dead, it's probably pining for the fjords.

Bob Juch wrote:

jaybee wrote:Maybe it was just playing. (dead)

They do that.

Maybe it plays dead very, very well.

It's not dead, it's probably pining for the fjords.

Try saying "Possum want a cracker"????

You rang?

Oh dear Lizbit -- please teach your sis to quit bringing dead critters into the house. In the last two months, Casey's cousins have brought in dead mouses, dead snakes, and even a dead bird in to their house! They leave them on the kitchen floor where the two-footers will be sure to find the gifts. Their mom, who loves animals, finds this very upsetting. She can't wait for snow so the critters will hide out and not get caught by kittycats Achmed and Pyra.

I would be thankful that Poopyhead made sure the possum was an ex-possum before presenting it. The kitty that owned me once brought in a bird who wasn't quite deceased yet. When I came home, I thought I had walked into a Stephen King novel. There was blood all over the floor and walls. I think the bird also wrote a message on the wall, but I could not understand Sparrowese.

The bird TuckerMonster left for me was no more than a pile of feathers with 2 feet sticking up.

Made me wonder who was engaging in voodoo until I remembered I had a cat.

It had not been a very smart or had been a severely disabled bird, to get caught on a 3rd floor porch.

By a cat who can't fly but who I'm sometimes afraid will try to.

flockofseagulls104 wrote:I would be thankful that Poopyhead made sure the possum was an ex-possum before presenting it. The kitty that owned me once brought in a bird who wasn't quite deceased yet. When I came home, I thought I had walked into a Stephen King novel. There was blood all over the floor and walls. I think the bird also wrote a message on the wall, but I could not understand Sparrowese.

When I lived in Boca Raton one of my cats would bring home live rabbits. We gave them antibiotics and fed and watered them then release them in the nearby county park.