Dear Diary, The humans have been changing things in the house again, moving stuff around. I've got my cat post back at my favorite window. Now I can keep a good eye (and yes, I have only one) on what goes on in the house and what goes on outside from the same spot. Gives me a feeling of authority, of kingship. I rule from this spot. Plus, I look cool. But wouldn't ya know, I missed all the action when the dog and humans caught the possums the other night. Those big rat things have been living under the deck for ages now. Can't remember when they moved in. Heard the humans talking that those possums must be the source of the fleas and they had to be gotten rid of. So, the other night when the man-child spotted one of the possums out eating, he came and told my human's man. Wasn't long before they loosed the dog, who ran out and rolled the big rat. Course, the possum did what possums do, it fainted dead away, just lay there while the man picked it up by the tail with a pair of pliers and stuck it in a big barrel. Just how stupid is that, laying there curled in a ball and let itself be picked up. The man got three of them that way. Later he drove away with the barrel with the possums inside, came back after a bit with the barrel and no possums. Lot of good it did though. Last night I saw three new possums in the yard. Looking for the food the humans put out for my relatives. Doesn't seem as if the humans will win this one.