Here is the last known siting of Cleigh, from over in the Blake Madison gig, he was on the hood of Neil's car going a hundred mph down the highway, wiht a cop car's siren wailing after them:

The possum had plans of his own. As much as he enjoyed the breeze tooting through his arse and out through his nose, it was a little chilly and he wasn't sure he was up to quite that much excitement. His speed was more the type of jumping in a hot tub full of dames. Though, just to give the siren some competition, he hiked his little butt up in the air, just a tad more, catching a slipstream of high jetstream, which would've sent him sailing through the air if it weren't for his tenacious clawed feet, a legacy from his "dad", Catspaw49.
Having proved his wailing ability to himself, once again, he let lose his toehold, inch by inch, backing up until he could climb up and over the windshiled, into the Merc. Almost falling over from the intoxicating fumes, he hunkered down, out of sight, in the backseat, sinking into the plush leather, stained from too many nightly gropes, and dug out his O'Possum Clarion handheld communicator. Pushing the one-call-gets-all button, he waited for 'Spaw to pick up his matching, though larger, Clarion.....