--There's a lot of things you can count on in the wee hours of the morning. It's a little cooler, than when the sun up of course. And let's not forget the over abundance of night life. From crickets to mosquitoes to things that just like to fly around and chew on fools that like to stumble around after dark.
--Oh, and let's not forget the whack a doodle cats or possums who think their cats.
--Now I usually like the whole mess for one reason or another. But mostly because it just seems relaxing at lest for me that is.
--The other night I was sitting under the old maple tree watching the moon when I felt something nudge my leg. Usually that would mean one of the whack a doodle cats wants a pet or two .
--Well not really thinking about it I reached down and started petting what ever was nudging my leg. After a couple of minutes it sort of dawned on me the fur felt a little different than a cats.
--When the moon came out from behind the dang fool cloud I found out why. Because I was petting a dang fool possum.
--Well I finished petting the little fool and gave Squash, a dirty look as I started for the house. I guess I should of figured something was up that was the first time in awhile Squash has come near me and not done anything sneaky.
--I guess it could have been worse at lest the moon light was nice when it came out from behind the dang fool clouds......
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