Guests who over stay their welcome.

Raven obviously has a good sense of style since she’s sleeping on my vintage, brown leather bag I bought in Stockholm. Raven is the neighborhood black cat that causes the Hispanic, Catholic grandmothers to Sign the Cross upon themselves once she passes their way. She’s a talker and a kneader. Unfortunately, she isn’t exactly territorial. Raven and I had a visitor tonight. I found a opossum in the kitchen stuffing its face with Raven’s food. After startling the little critter, it ran off into my housemate’s office. The stand off wasn’t long. After some harassment with a broom, the opossum ran some where into the house. Raven returned from making the neighborhood rounds an hour after the fiasco. Oblivious to the visitor she continued with business of talking, kneading, and sleeping on my vintage, brown leather bag.

Raven the house cat.

Update: An hour after a nap, the house cat decided to take a turn about the neighborhood and wasn’t present for round two. The opossum has some balls and decided to visit Raven and I again. Two things I can’t handle: opossums and roaches. Either one will automatically turn me into a screaming little girl. I hate to admit this. The little bastard decided to hide underneath the entertainment system where I don’t have access. I’m now involved in a stakeout and waiting for Raven to scare the unpleasant guest out of the house.

Update 2: So I've been battling an opossum all night. Sad. Raven once again left the house and I thought the visitor showed itself out, however I was proven wrong. The little shit finally came out from it's hiding spot and continued to devour Raven's food. I probably wouldn't have noticed if the opossum wasn't so freaken loud (music + door closed). In our third fight I finally won. I cornered the opossum into my housemate's closet. I decided to be brutal and document my defeat, visually. I managed to run the little critter out the backyard door. Hope the opossum isn't into vengeance.

That's right, defeat is a bitch.

Eww.