Cat Night

[rejectomorph]

As I was about to fire up Sluggo after a couple of hours of reading, the cat decided to hop in my lap and go to sleep. She hasn't been feeling well again today, so I let her stay. She stayed for two hours. Well, she is probably 17 or 18 years old now, and I doubt she'll be around much longer, so I like to give her as much atention as I can. I went back to reading, accompanied by occasional purrs when she would wake briefly, and by the sound of rain.

The wind has been blowing a bit, too. It gusts here once in a while, but most of the time it is blowing somewhere else in the forest 'round about, and it keeps pretty much to the treetops. The sound accumulates and creates a constant hum which can be heard clearly only when the rain moderates for a while. The rest of the time, the night is a pattering and splashing and drumming that soon becomes hypnotic. No wonder all the cat wants to do is sleep.

A few minutes ago, she finally moved herself onto a cushion, so I could get up and pay some attention to Sluggo. But it is very late, and I don't want to risk repeating yesterday's disastrous excess of sleep, so I don't intend to pay much attention to Sluggo. A quick bit of catching up, then off to bed -- with a cat curled around my head, no doubt.

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[rejectomorph]

There was once a snowfall here at the time when I had three eight or nine month old kittens living with me. They had never seen such a thing. I let them out to play in it, and they would venture a few feet from the covered patio, then dash back to lick the snow from their paws. It was deep enough that they almost vanished in it -- only three thin black tails sticking up from the white, and then a kitten leaping into view, only to vanish again where they landed. It was fun to watch.