The only good news on the weather front is that Fergie the Fuchsia appears to have gotten over her transplant shock quite well due to all the water reaching her roots, she isn't even wilting anymore. They say the rain will stop tomorrow. We'll see.
Last night Mencken was on my lap getting his evening belly rub, and The Mighty Fang colonized Mencken's bed in his absence. So after I was finished with that and brushed my teeth and so forth, Mencken followed me into my bedroom and jumped up on the bed then over to the top of the drawers... and glared at TMF. TMF didn't get the hint. Mencken got onto the pillow and nudged TMF with his nose. TMF didn't get the hint. Mencken gently opened wide and grabbed on a flap of TMF's neck blubber and sort of wiggled it. TMF didn't get the hint. Mencken then started gnawing for all he was worth. TMF got the hint *then*, let out a squall of dismay, and fled. Ah cats :).
BTW, I have discovered that cat puke doesn't do well for leather belts. Mencken apparently decided that my old belt was getting too ratty, and puked onto it. The belt actually *melted* where he puked on it! Man, I knew cat's stomach acid was set up to digest raw critters, but seeing the results was impressive, in a sickening sort of way.
Time to go, lunch awaits. Rice platter with vegetables and pork at a local Vietnamese fast food place...
-- Badtux the Busy Penguin