Poss...the ImPossible

I know I have mentioned my Poss......Possum that is.

Let me paint a picture:

I am trying desperately to finish the chapter I'm working on......Microsoft Word...Boring!

Almost anything is a welcome distraction.

Possum decides to help me out.

He does his graceful cat leap onto my desk, and settles onto my binder.

I pet his head and turn back to the keyboard.

He wants attention.

He hooks his claw into my sweater,

pushes his head under my chin

(giving me a noseful of hair on the way)

I tell him he can't be doing that cause I really need to work.

He gives me the most utter look of contempt

Turns his back to me

Lifts his hind quarter

And begins his hourly cleaning ritual,

showing me what he thinks of me.

Butt end first.

Of course.

End Note: As I finish this, T comes home from school, checks his Facebook first thing.

(He's grounded from the computer but I let him on for 5 minutes to do that.)

I hear a crash

And a yell

"POSSUM"

"What did he do?"

I holler at him,

Curious because of what I am writing.

"He knocked the speaker behind the desk

Where I can't reach it....

and...

He didn't even say sorry!"

So, Mr. Poss, you don't have to wonder why I posted these embarrasing and unflattering pictures of you, (which definitely do not show your handsome side,)

On the World Wide Web

For everyone to see!