We had a visitor last night . . . I heard a bump and clatter on the back porch, and there he was: the small black possum. Quite probably a descendant of the large black possum who ate here last year and the year before, and grew to be rotund, like a football with legs and a scaly tail. This one, however, is small and tidy, and hungry . . . he had eaten all the cat food in both bowls on the porch floor and was eyeing the one on the refrigerator. (Victoria's; she won't eat on the ground, and she doesn't like to share.) When I opened the screen door he had managed to get up on to the freezer and was contemplating how to scale the side of rhe refrigerator . . .
He beat a hasty retreat when I went back to get the camera, and this was all I managed to catch:
A minute later he peeked around the post, and I got this one: (It's blurry, but he wasn't interested in posing, just eating.)
Usually he eats out on the deck on the other side of the house, but I had selfishly neglected to fill that bowl before it got dark.