Chapter 23
Kim cut herself another piece of chocolate mud cake. Mel had brought it over as a bribe. ‘These babies won’t be any trouble,’ Mel mumbled, her own mouth full of cake. ‘They’re off milk feeds and eating meat now.’
Kim looked dubiously at the three little tiger quolls climbing the kitchen curtain. They looked a bit like mongooses, except for the large white spots extending right to the end of their tapering tails. Another quoll explored the bread bin. ‘Why can’t you keep them?’
‘I need their cage for the sugar gliders,’ said Mel. ‘Your old chook pen’s free now, isn’t it?’
‘Only because Abbey’s brought the three possums into the house.’
‘Don’t let her do that with these quolls,’ said Mel. ‘They need a hands-off approach. I’m trying to keep them as wild as possible to prepare t
