Ah, possession.
To possess. To be possessed.
Better than being processed, I guess.
Oy. I’m rhyming.
Sometimes I think rhyming is like two-timing.
(i’m doing it again)
Here we have a lovely raccoon claiming her world via her butt.
Possession is 9/10s of the law, I’m told, and I will not argue the point with her.
Not while she’s eating anyway.