Brent, when I was a kid, I watched a baby Opossum fall of her mother's back. She had a huge litter, and that little guy was just too much (looked like a bunch of people you see in pictures in Pakistan, hanging onto a train car.
I bottle fed the little guy, and raised it. It would sit in my lap and purr like a cat while I did my homework. She slept on my bed, and was litter box trained. I had her for 6 or 7 years till she wandered off. My mother kept trying to talk me into a cat or dog, but I wouldn't have one till the Possum left. I always was a little strange.
Shut up Stosh!
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