“Is it a mongoose?” Molly squinted. “Kind of cat.” Alfred raised his camera. “No cat nor mongoose. It’s a Fossa. Belongs to the Viverrids.” Know-it-All Natalie noted, head-to-toe in expensive expedition gear. “Vye-ve-whats?” Molly blurted. Alfred shot Molly a warning glance, but it was too late. “Viverrids. Civets. Genets. Or, if you need the … Continue reading Fussy Fossa