This morning, right before it rained, I was looking out the kitchen window and I thought I saw a cat with something white in it’s mouth coming out from our back yard, right next to the Sharp’s fence. I went out on the deck to look at it. Charlie was already on the deck. It turned out to be a possum. I tried to get Charlie to look at it, but she didn’t see it. We ran to the front porch just in time to see it out on the street and heading for the Homolak’s back yard. I whispered squirrel and Charlie ran after it. She got within 2 feet from it, sniffed, and the possum ran and Charlie came home. She’s not much of a hunter.