This isn’t about my cats, but sitting in the jury lounge for hours and hours and hours, some people start talking to other people. I’m one of the gabby ones.
One of the women was talking about her cat. She told a tale of a sick kitty. Now, the cat didn’t act sick, mind you, but the cat’s poop was not normal and the cat was doing weird things to her food. This woman was very concerned about her cat’s health and she took it to the vet repeatedly, trying to find out what was wrong with her much beloved cat. She spent over $350.00 in tests and they could find nothing wrong.
One night, she was watching television, when she saw what looked to be a large rat tail. But it wasn’t. It was a possum. A possum had taken up residence in her home and she had no idea. She screamed, jumped up onto her sofa. She said she spent the next four hours jumping from one piece of furniture to the next, trying to find some way to get that possum out of her house.
She called animal control, she called some other people and everybody said they couldn’t do anything, she’d have to get it out by herself. She opened the door and tried to shoo it out and her cat left, but the possum stayed. She finally was able to get it out, got her cat back in and all was back to normal.
Her cat was fine, what she was seeing was the mess the possum was leaving.
I thought that was really funny.