Pouring down rain....

We've had more rainstorms since the beginning of the year... I swear I've lost count. It positively poured last night, complete with thunder and lightning and wind-- the works, as my dad would say. Today seems to be shaping up to a blue-sky day, but the lawn is so soaked through that it's like walking on a huge wet green sponge.

AngelBoy went out into the backyard this morning and it took him forever to get from one side of the yard to the other. He doesn't like to get his dainty little paws wet, so with each step, he would lift up his foot and shake the water off... take a step, shake off the water, take another step, shake off more water. Not the most efficient way to get from the back deck to the neighbor's fence.

And why was he heading towards the fence? There's a little mouse-hole shaped opening at the bottom of the fence between our yard and V's. Every morning, AngelBoy gets up right close to it and sticks his head through it to see what V's cats are doing in their yard. On a sunny day, AngelBoy will stretch out in the grass with half of his face pushed through that little hole, and he eavesdrops on the neighbors. The first time V saw his little face pushed into the hole, she called me up to tell me that AngelBoy was stuck in the fence. "Not so," I told her... "He's just peeking through there to see what your cats are doing."

But V didn't believe me.... she went out into her driveway, calling out as she crossed over her patio: "What are you dooooooooing, AngelBooooooooy?" At the first syllable from V, AngelBoy backed away from that fence, ran back across the yard, and hid under one of the chairs on our deck. I've never had the heart to tell V that AngelBoy is afraid of her..... he doesn't like loud noises or loud voices, and V tends to not only be on the loud side when she's in her yard, but her voice is very high-pitched Louisiana-ish. AngelBoy just can't cope with all of that, so he keeps a good distance away from V whenever she's within speaking or singing range. (She sings a lot as well, out in her yard. But that could be a whole other blog.)