Could not figger what MamaCat was doing under the pecan tree in front of my shop. Her body language was a little off, which is saying something because everything about the little formerly feral cat is off. I walked toward her. She turned and hissed and being very astute, I realized it was a possum. Out in the daylight. Molly took umbrage but not so much that she’d have to go paw a paw with it. We spent a few moments deep in possum/dog drama and then it was over, much to everyone’s relief. Who has the energy to get seriously embattled.