Possum and I had a brief early morning chat yesterday. I was sound asleep until he settled in on top of me, as heavy as an overnight bag. I asked him what was up and he said he was very pleased with his three boys and felt it was time we rescued a nice girl kitten who could teach Wendy how to be less neurotic and more pleasant to have around.
I said, "No!"and refused to say anything else. I got one of his glares before he got up to sit on my husband, but he wasn't having any of it, either.
I could have reminded Possum that he wasn't so fond of Lion for weeks after he arrived, even though he had pushed hard for us to rescue another cat. I'm glad he adopted Lion, but I really don't want to discuss his new idea. Because it will turn into an argument. And he often wins.