Well, actually, here is sort of where I ended up, and then left, and then came back and now I'm too old to navigate a completely new city. But this has been a ridonkulously dry summer (and don't get me started about the hot) and it rained last night, finally. Beulah and Ester just get soaked and don't seem to mind, but I can see Butters has (a) more sense or is just (b) more of a poodle-chicken. She stayed pretty dry.So, today's post is hosted by the felines in the house. I sat on the back porch, in my weirdly comfortable and familiar school desk and the brother-kittehs were happy to have me.