D.O.P.-T.

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Beasts being cute last night. I looked out of my window to see whether I needed to refill catfood, and a very small possum, obviously not yet fully adult, was quietly eating the wet food, while Monty watched with interest from beside the kibble bowl, and Pru sat in one of my spiderplants, looking nonchalant. I decided to be equally tolerant. Later, when I took out the recycling, a long shape was visible in the middle of the driveway; when the motion-sensor light flicked on, it was Pru, playing with the toy mouse that disappeared off the porch a couple of weeks ago. I turned around again after making a clatter putting the catfood cans in the bin, and saw her smoothly pick it up in her mouth and trot under a bush with it.