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To: Gauguin who wrote (5040)	12/11/1997 1:20:00 PM
From: Jacques Chitte	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 71178

I see someone's been into the Robitussin this morning! :-) Watch out, that stuff packs a real wollip.

To: Gauguin who wrote (5040)	12/11/1997 1:30:00 PM
From: Gauguin	Respond to of 71178

Couple of years ago I had a possum (State Animal of Oregon) living on my porch. Yah. (A harbinger type one.) MJ and I had built these boxes for the cats to sleep in when it gets cold. And well, he was cold too. Unlike many poss, this young guy was quite dapper. Had fur, or hair, quite a bit of it, compared to the mangey pigskin back-o-scabs of your garden variety. Enough so he was grey, black, and white, in a sort of Lassie/skunk pattern. Very elegant. Beady black eyes, sniff sniff sniff. He would get on the pile of rare hardwood boards under the window and peek in while we watched tv; right over MJ's shoulder on the couch. I would jump up and go over and play with him thru the glass. It was always kind of exciting to see him. Long snoot. Pink. He was mellow, pleasant, well-mannered, and kind of curious to look in and see us right there so close but thru the glass. Quiet; just on his way back to the apartment after work. (Little monitor glow coming from the box...) He spent the winter and got too big to get in the box. And the mommas take good care of the babies, had a family in the storage area under the house one year. Big momma. Big. Scarey lookin one. If you're in the crawl space, well, you can figure they're just as fast as you. And you know you've heard never get between a mother and her cubs. Or opies, or whatever they are. Looked about oh twenty pounds, this one. Two babies about three pounds, back there on top of the other rare hardwoods pile. The door is off there in the early spring; it just screws on. Only problem is sometimes they drop dead under there, and then you got a PROBLEM. Trust me on this.