Cats singing in the rain
One of the pleasures of moving from one town to another is transporting a gaggle of cats 45 miles. Two blocked my view and one tried to help drive. The old man of the crew, Chris, just sat and gave direction.
They’ve adjusted nicely except for a noticeable increase in neediness. And unfortunately, they quickly located which window is the bedroom window from the outside.
Last night, in what was surely a gentle rainfall, they stood post and sung the song of their people until I let them in.
3 miles. Early start.