For a couple days last week we kept hearing noises in the garage when all of us were inside. Figured it was some kind of animal but couldn't find anything. There were shovels and brooms knocked over, items had fallen to the floor off shelves and of course....feces. Hmm. Finally Friday night while away with my grandaughters at a Trans Siberian Orchestra concert, Ralph decided to take action. He called my cell and warned me not to go into the garage, fearing a rabid animal. Saturday morning we ventured outside, opened the big garage door.
Nothing lunged out at us with a foaming mouth. Hmm. Since the door was closed all night we knew it had to be in there, whatever it was. So we began searching. Timidly turning over boxes, carefully looking behind things. Nothing. Then, Ralph noticed something sleeping in the cat's house. At first, we thought it was another cat but then realized it was most likely a possum. Ralph went behind the house and pounded on it with a broom handle. It didn't move. That was when we were certain it was a possum because a cat would have run out. It then broke character and peeked with one eye but still did not budge. We called animal control, not knowing if we might be attacked. Found out that possums are very gentle, rarely carry rabies and rarely bite although they will show you all 50+ of their teeth. She advised just pushing the cat house out of the garage, that he'd probably leave and we could of course then shut the door. Started pushing the house but he stayed in initially then, got out and instead of heading for the outdoors...ran to the back of the garage and into a corner.
Now the teeth showing started. Almost like an aligator. We didn't really want to hurt him and so, since we now know they like canned cat food set some outside and left him to go out and eat. After 30 minutes nothing happened. So then, we started the broom chase. This guy was determined to exercise "squatter's rights". Kept showing his teeth and going everywhere except toward the big open door. Finally, we blocked his favorite corner and he ran but found another corner. I pushed a broom behind him and tried to push him. He didn't like it but knowing they rarely carry rabies I figured I had the upper hand. Finally, I got him near the doorway and he decided to give up and ran around the garage and into the back yard. So, we are no longer the landlords of a possum who found our cat's house quite cozy. Now we keep the door down.