It never occurred to me that the story about the possum would be such big news. Things like that happen here every day. So what did I do when the possum fell through the dog door? I let out a howl and he fell away from the cat food container he was obviously familiar with and Luna, the feral Oldest Cat In The World (whose cat food the possum was after) was hissing at it from outside the dog door and Maurice was yowling at it from inside the house behind a door so I went through ANOTHER door back into the house, not wanting to let Maurice get tangled up with the critter, and got Mr. Moon. He armed himself with a broom but by the time we got back to the porch, the possum had disappeared. I suppose he tumbled back out through the dog door and trundled home, hungry and disappointed.
He must have come back last night though because when I got up, two plants which I had stupidly put on the skinny rail by the screen on the porch had been tumped over, one broken.
Between the crash which probably scared the poor thing to death and the fact that we've moved the cat food container, he probably won't come back.
But who knows?
Who the hell knows what goes on here in the dark hours?
Certainly not me.
So good morning and I had a nice dream about the Pope who is just the nicest, most humble guy. He spent the night at my house which was fine although he left his humble belongings behind and I was all freaked out because I didn't have a clue as to how to get hold of him to tell him that. The Pope may spend the night at your house, y'all, but he ain't gonna give you his phone number.
The whole situation was made even more complicated due to the fact that people thought my house was some sort of store and kept coming in to buy things and a woman moved her shop into my house and as payment, told me that I could pick anything out of her merchandise that I wanted but I didn't want any of her crappy jewelry and I told her so.
I still let her run her little shop though.
And I also had no desire to become a Catholic, despite my fondness for the Pope.
In real life I see he's pissing off a lot of Vatican Royalty or whatever they call those high-ranking Catholic dudes. Always dudes. Can you imagine what would happen if the Pope suddenly announced that GOD was now ready to let women be priests?
Real nice of the Pope to announce that this is the year of mercy and that women can now be forgiven for having had an abortion.
What the fucking fuck?
Don't get me started.
All right. That's the news from Lloyd where it is gray and drizzly. Lily called to ask me if Gibson could have possibly gotten many bug bites here because he is suddenly breaking out. We barely went outside so probably not. He is just like his mama who used to break out for no apparent reason whatsoever and I would take her to the doctor who would sigh and say, "I have no idea. Give her Benadryl," and of course I already had and she was my hivey kid and Gibson is hers. The fact that so many of us are allergic to our own planet gives strong credence to my theory that at least some of our DNA comes from another planet.
Ancient Aliens, Y'all!