We had thunder and lightning yesterday evening. Zip was at the door, ready to come in about two minutes later. But did Maude? No. She knew it was nothing and went on with her business, whatever that was. Little hard head. Or, as my son’s kindergarten teacher would say, “strong willed”. Well, it rained hard and it rained long. Maude does not like to get wet. Maude hates to get wet. We finally went to bed with the back door to the garage just enough room for a seven pound cat. I woke up around 2AM. It had stopped raining, but there was no cat. Nothing at 4 either. When I checked around 6:30, she came out and ran in the house. She was completely dry and very happy to see me. I could choke her. Did you notice that she is sleeping on my new fabric with her dirty feet. She slept a lot during the day and stayed in her yard. (Her yard consists of my house and the two houses on either side.) We had another rain storm this evening. She was sleeping on a chair on the deck. She was the first one in. And that’s saying something! We don’t call him Zip for nothing.
Look! I’m growing something from seeds. Only thing is—I don’t remember what they are. I should have started earlier. I never have any luck with seeds so I didn’t expect them to actually grow.
Up a Creek in Lower Slower Delaware 
