You can almost set a clock by Sylvester's Night Patrol hours. As soon as it's dusk, she parks her furry behind at the front screen door and stares out. And stays there – except for occasional interruptions – until dark.
What is she seeing? Rabbits hopping across our yard. Blue jays flitting about. Squirrels being squirrely. Mosquitoes buzzing around the deck. June bugs pinging at the door and windows. Nothing scares her. Even lightning and thunder and she'll park it right there.
Not a fan of rain, though. If the wind drives it through the screen door, she bolts. The notion of a "drowned cat" is real life stuff.
Actually she's not a fan of rain for other reasons, too. The first two questions out of her mouth this morning were:
- "Is this Father's Day business over now so we're back to Kitty's Day?"
- "Is it really raining again? All this rain is wreaking havoc on my tan lines!"
I hear ya, sister!
On the plus side, this may be the first summer my flowers make it alive to the Fourth of July! Always a positive, right?
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