We still have our 'possum. Dad calls him Opie. Opie climbs up onto our balcony every night for dinner. Of course, we don't actually know that he is a "he." But he comes anyway.
Catzee and I like to watch him eat. Dad calls it the Cats' OTV. Sometimes I hiss and Mom fusses at Me. But he is on my balcony after all, and I'm not allowed out when they're expecting him.
Mom leaves him a bowl with some dry cat food, a raisin or two, a sliver of apple, a few sunflower seeds, a little chunk of dried bread, some leftover popcorn, a bit of cantaloupe rind or carrot. He doesn't like lettuce or cucumber. He always eats the cat food first.
After he finishes eating he gets a drink from the water dish nearby and then he washes his face. Mom says he washes his face like a bunny because he uses both paws at the same time. When he was littler he would hang out and take a nap before climbing down. Now he just leaves when he's done. Or hides. He is shy.
And that's the Possum Report.