It's rainin', it's pourin'; the old man is snor....
Actually, it's not. Not rainin', I mean. The rain has finally stopped.
I'm tellin' ya, it rained so hard yesterday, I thought the house was gonna get up off its foundation and float, float away.
Either that, or sink.
AND THE WIND?
I'm actually kinda amazed our house didn't lift off the ground and take flight! The wind blew and blew and BLEW, then blew a bit more. And it went on like that for hours. DAYS. WEEKS!
Okay, so maybe that's a tad of an exaggeration. The wind blew for 'bout twenty-four hours. BUT IN CAT TIME, you've gotta multiply that by nine, so by MY calculations, it had to have been blowin' for approximately a week, two days, five hours, and fifteen minutes, give or take a second or two. Or nine.
Then this mornin', Peepers had to go out and check for damage in the yard. I would have gone with her but the ground was all wet and icky, and I like to keep my paws dry.
You want in on the joke?
Of course you do.
When Peepers came back inside this mornin' - you know, after her checkin' in the yard for wind damage - her shoes were so sodden, she could have wrung 'em out and collected a gallon of water.
Yup, the ground was that wet.
PEEPERS! Peepers, there are puddles out there? PUDDLES? YOU DIDN'T TELL ME!!! Puddles are full of puddle water and I love puddle water. Love it? No, I ADORE IT, for sure. I, Seville the Cat, AM A CONNOISSEUR of the puddle water, you see.
COME ON PEEP. Grab those soakin' wet shoes of yours and put 'em on your paws... I mean, feet. There's puddle water out there just waitin' for me.
Remember to mask up, too.