That's how much the opossum oweighed! Caught him Monday night.

Meanwhile, my son had a small emergency: A young outdoor cat suffered a
"glove" wound, seemingly at the hands (so to speak) of two pre-dead
rotweillers.

A "glove" wound is where the skin/fur is sheared from the animal's tail -
like removing a glove.

Anyway, son gets an appointment with vet to have the tail repaired (actually
removed) and I used this as a teaching moment. He, I, the injured cat, and
the osurly opossum go to the vet's.

Only one of the six employees of the clinic had ever been this oclose to a
opossum.

Lots of ooh'ing and ahh'ing. The opossum ohissed at the technicians - they
ogiggled! The opossum opened wide his omouth - the employees remarked on the
many sharp oteeth! The three veterinarians on duty were more sanguine -
"I've known opossums," one said, "nasty ocreatures."

My son and his discouraged cat go home. The opossum and I go back to our
garage where I give the opossum a bowl of dry cat food. An hour later, the
food is gone, so Mr. Opossum and I take a little trip to a large field not
far away.

Last seen, the opossum was owaddling off into the night looking for more cat
food to ofilch.