I couldn't think what to give him, so opened a can of Vienna sausages. He's licking the dish clean there. Today I gave him some green grapes, another of his favorites.

I have so many pictures, but feel like every time I see him might be the last, so start snapping away.

No, he stays this orange color, but some of his winter fur is tipped with silver, there on his rump (which would blend some with the scenery if he was sitting down or curled up), and especially his face.

We don't have possums here, which is fine. Will the trapped one 'play possum' at some point?

In that picture he's drinking the juice from Vienna sausage - every last drop because he likes it so much.

He comes toward me when he sees me - always has from the first day he showed up here - but we don't get any closer than 4 feet, a mutual preference. What's remarkable is how he will hang around waiting for us to notice him.

He catches rodents mostly. I give him dog biscuits, which he hides in the yard for later, and he loves bread, pancakes, and pasta with sauce. A lot of the time he'll hang around until I give him something portable like a dinner roll that he can carry up the mountain. During the summer we are sure he was carrying them to his family.

One time he brought his mate to the yard, and she was extremely skittish - just took off at the hint of movement inside the house. I didn't initially realize that wasn't him out there, or I would have been more careful and gotten a better look at her.

What I like about it is that he looks comfortable in his warm winter coat - not miserable and shivery. I don't think I could stand that, but nothing I could do about it.

There are some people who do a lot of target practice up on the mountain where he spends a lot of time, and I worry about that a lot.