Last night I saw two grown up possums in the garden; I think they were the parents of the little baby I rescued, so I barked to tell them "your baby is being looked after, but why did you leave it on its own, it may not have survived if I hadn't found him !". Then they had a fight, they sounded like two cats, I think they were arguing about who was supposed to look after the baby. The emergency vet told Mum they would release it back in the same area so it might find its parents again.
I forgot to tell you something about my art modeling : after taking the photos, Dad gave me a huge chunk of the baguette, it's home made and tasted yummy !