August 10th 1998: I had a busy night tonight. It isn't often that I am found after 1 a.m. dealing with the body of a 5 lb possum that my 7lb Ch. Harry No-Name was beating up in the mud room. I hear a small noise. I go to investigate. I find the entire King brood sitting round the entrance to the mud room door silently watching as Mr. Harry shakes this poor possum like a rat. Not taking part .. just watching. I swear I could hear applause! Harry, normally a total and utter wimp is as proud and as puffed up as if he had sired twins. Possum is not. Possum may have passed on. Victoria, not really wanting to do CPR on Possum decides it is best to take it outside. At the front of the house. In a nightgown. Possum in a dustpan. Try explaining that to the nice policeman who just happens to be passing .. and how was your day? Victoria King hero@bigplanet.com