A couple of nights later, Pete hears the dogs raising a ruckus and goes outside to see they had a large possum treed. Due to our chickens and fruit trees, he considers this a varmint and shoots the possum. Upon inspection, he discovers it had four wee ones in her pouch. Since these were little and cute, they were not considered varmints, only orphans. So, he brought them into the house in a bucket with straw and decided they needed the dark of our bedroom closet to rest in.
Later we were laying there in our bed. The bathroom is on our left and the closet is on our right. Suddenly, the kittens start mewing for their mama. They are awake and want to eat, but Bunny is out feeding her own self. It wasn't long until we started to hear these odd, loud sucking sounds from the closet. Apparently the little possums were missing their own mama. We lay there a few minutes listening to this symphony of hungry little animals, and a song starts to play in my head.
I turn to Pete and say, "Kittens to the left of me, possums to the right - here I am, stuck in the middle with you."
If you want to hear the song that was in my head, you can listen here: