Was minding my own business watching the Pens manhandle the Caps and spreading my special brand of sunshine on twitter when a ferocious ruckus broke out in the back yard. Thurston’s high pitched screeching combined with Rosie aggressive “YOU MUST DIE” bark, combined with my mother calling me from across the alleyway to tell me there was something going on in my backyard as I tried to find my flashlight and shoes made for some chaos.
At any rate, they had cornered a possum behind the compost pile, and it took me about two minutes to get them away from it. It was reared out, fangs bared, making some ungodly sound, and every time I got Thurston away and went for Rosie, Thurston came back. Lily stood silently in the middle of the yard with her confused look (“I was raised by cats- am I supposed to be doing something?”) Finally picked up Thurston and held him under my arm and grabbed Rosie by the tail and pulled her out. That knocked her back to her senses (JRT’s, when they go into kill mode, are really tenacious, the result of years of breeding to corner and kill varmints), and I got everybody back inside. Never a dull momemnt.
Quick Taylor update- he is recovering from surgery, and has some sort of tube hooked up to drain the infection, and will be released when his white blood cell count drops.