It's gotten blustery, with a wind storm coming through. The kittehs seem more doubtful of this than of the rain, even. "Go on out", says I, pushing them out the door. They haven't come back in yet, so I guess they've decided that it's O.K.

...well, maybe it *is* raining, at least a little bit. Cats keep coming in and saying, "Pick us up!", and then I find out that they're wet...