Sunday Morning

The cats are drinking in the sunlight from the window. No doubt Pop will be very happy about the clearing of the weather as well. He takes the cold very badly, much worse in his old age: "I feel it in my bones!" As for the cats, they will have to continue to suffer some grief, since it is going to take a while for the lawn to become less marshy. We still have little ponds and lakes with seagulls flying around out there. Despite the beautiful sunny Sunday weather, the cats will not be going anywhere today or tonight, and probably not tomorrow either. Of course, if the cats must suffer this grief, they will make sure that Pop and I will feel their pain.