Kenny sat in bed, holding his “pet” opossum, Mr. Possy, as he laid, his phone beside him as he giggled and held the hissing and drooling marsupial. It’s little hands grasping and trying to scratch at his face and parka, which Kenny wasn’t letting it do by holding it up over him like a toddler or a cat. “Who’s a cutie? You are, Mr. Possy!” He cooed out, his voice muffled under his orange parka.