Cats

When I pet the cats these days, I usually wind up pulling off little dirt clods from their coats. They won the war against me this year on getting them in the house during the high-summer afternoons. It is too tiring to keep fighting them: it wearies me and only upsets them - so, fuck it! I just hope they don't go feral on me. It's a long summer and can be fairly free of rainy spells. That is one reason why I like to make a point of petting them when they do come inside for a quick bite to eat.