Today I saved the life of one of nature's crummiest, ruddiest, scummiest: The Possum. Apparently one of them had slipped into our barn through the cat door and was eating the cat food. When I was refilling the cat feeding bucket when I notices the fuzzy grey thing sitting yea bout 5 feet away was NOT our little kitty Xehanort, but rather, a tiny possum. When it noticed that I noticed it it immediately panicked and ran to the corner of stall, staring at me.
My first thought? "OH FUCK! RABIEZ!"
But it wasn't acting weird, or playing dead, or hissing or making strange noises. It was just horrified of me, so I felt sorry for it. I tried to open the back door so it could get out, but it had rusted shut and my kicking at it only freaked the poor thing out more.
About this time the cat pack saunters into the stall, led by the infamous bitch Marluxia. She sees the possum and puffs out and starts hissing at it, followed suit by Xemnas Jr. stalking towards it. Here I interfere and kick Xemmy in the head. and shoo the other cats away. I wasn't sure what to do at this point. Then I realized that the possum had relocated into an old box we'd used to carry kittens around in. Perfect, right?
So I hover over it for a bit, making sure its not going to spaz out and attack me. After I'm sure that the possum is mellowed out, I pick up the box and walk over to the front door so I can dump it outside. Xemmy, nursing his wounded pride, decided it was time to try again for eternal glory. He dashes up to me, hissing and threatening to launch himself at me...
Me thinking :Oh fuck, not /again/ (see Mutant Kitten Story).
Sensing his doom I suppose, the possum launches himself out of the box and runs off into the night.
Once that cats were sufficently setled in I went out into the bushes and dumped out a handful of cat food so that the possum could eat in peace without fearing for its life. Tomorrow I get to set up a possum trap and take it to Washington to let it loose in the woods, to prevent further injury to it or the cats.
I know, I know, retarded thing to do. But I felt nice about it. Maybe if I can be nice to a trash animal, there's hope left in the world.
...or maybe I just like possums because they're garbage like I am?
Either way, I feel like I did a good deed.