Early mornin' ruckus

There was an inquiry the other day about Arnold. You know, the opossumus germanicus austriabodicus that visits on occasion. My recent hesitation to write stems from the fact that a friend stopped by and sadly informed me that Arnold might be dead in the middle of the road two streets over where that hoard of Italian possums, opossumus clamsaucesicus berettamus, tried to turn over the Ford Escort by mistake; they thought it was a dumpster. Pondered going by and checking to see if the mentioned roadkill had a tattoo of 'Mom' on his little possum arm. Decided against it because the Saltillo PD might look upon such action as weird.

As I sat researching a problem with strange form factor power supplies earlier this morning, all of a sudden there was an abrupt hissing and obvious confrontation outside the window. Don't think I have ever been so glad to see a possum whuppin' the stew out of a cat! Apparently one of the feral cats that Arnold chased up a tree several months ago decided to brave it and investigate the veranda. Big mistake. When I finally raised the blinds there was Arnold flailing away. The cat was trying to escape and Arnold was steadily pounding. I yelled, "Let it go Arnold!!" He seemed startled and pissed at the same time. He did let the poor beasty go. Didn't know cats could move so fast.

As Arnold wobbled off he was either reciting poetry or rapping. Something about, 'Yo Momma, Yo Daddy, I am a big ole baddy!' After some considered thought, the light bulb in my head flashed on and it was realized the recited line came from an episode of the TV show Friends. I'm concerned. Just where is he watching the tube?

"Ideas must work through the brains and the arms of good and brave men, or they are no better than dreams."
-Emerson