Rubia (Not a Cat)

The week before the 2016 presidential elections, two possums turned up on the back porch for the cats’ food and water. One was big, scruffy, and orange. The other was elegant and black and white. The orange guy vanished the night of the election and was never seen again. The black and white female, who we’d named “Rubia,” was with us for two years. We put food out for her every night. Here’s Rubia in 2017: