It has been raining and storming for days and days since January. The prospect of six months of indoor life was not what this cat knew in her old days in California.
We are all stuck in the house, waiting for small breaks when we can run out and explore. Here, we are down the path to the boat house, Newkie sniffing around at the tool shed. A minute ago she was whining from the deck, uncomfortable about coming down, begging me to return to her.
She scampers off to this wood pile, and loses herself in the hunt.
She doesn't care for wet surfaces, avoids any creek bed on purpose, jumping over them if they have just been rained on. She has yet to discover slugs and fish and frogs and...
In a month or so, when the rainy season slows down to a trickle and then leaves us for six months, the arbors will rise in my front yard, a new creek bed will join the pond by the front yard, and Newkie will have a north facing playground to climb on, jump in, sniff around.
Perhaps, she'll dip her paw in some wet stuff and begin to enjoy the watery world she lives in.
She wants to go out first thing in the morning, eager for me to get out of bed and open the door for her. She stands there and sniffs the rain for a while, then returns to her warm bed by the heater.
