Sitting on the back veranda drinking my coffee, I am listening to the rat/possum scratching around in my roof. Clearly, those damn rat baits didn't work. What if it is a possum? It is very active in the day light hours for a possum, I think.
Missy rubs around my legs. I look up to the veranda roof, from where the noise is coming from and then I look back at her. She half closes her eyes, then she has an itch on her back she needs to scratch.
"Do you think, maybe, you could get up there and sniff around?"
She closes her eyes completely at the suggestion.
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