I woke up early this morning to the sounds of the first real rain that we've had in a long time, maybe since May. Finally!
The cats kept going to the back door to be let out, only to stand there looking puzzled and dismayed. Yar finally made a dash for it out of the front door. I think there are more sheltered spots out that way. He's come in and out again since then but now only sits on the porch, watching. The Cat with a Thousand Names hasn't been so brave yet. Jazz is the only one who is unperturbed. She cried at the front door to be let in, but it was only so that she could use the house as a short cut to the back yard. She's disappeared out into the weather again, silly little wild thing.
Of course, this is the day that I'd planned to go down to the Maritime Festival and watch the boat races. Looks like a much better day to stay inside and catch up with all the odds and ends. I'm supposed to meet sister ME down there for a performance of sea shanties in the late afternoon. Hopefully that's got an inside venue. ;-)