Mark Twain once said, "The reports of my death are greatly exaggerated." This was in reply to a reporter telling him that his obituary had been published in the New York Journal.
After finding a squashed possum near the trash cans at the end of my alley back in January, I somewhat gleefully reported that Mr. Possum had met his Maker. I did indeed find a possum; however, it now appears that it was not the possum. Carl told me that he saw Mr. Possum eating cat food out of little Cissy's dish on his patio just the other day. Because of Mr. Possum's distinctive notched ear and his unusual personality, Carl's sure it's the same varmint.
If Mr. Possum could talk, he'd quote Mark Twain too.