Rain, rain, everywhere

Good grief.

There has been a deluge! It's hard to tell what's going on in this picture because it was dark (from the clouds, not the time of day) but it is the pool, the pond, and beyond that two corn fields with a road going between them and a major flood on the between the road and the field.

The pond had a baby!

It's crazy because just a few days ago it was sunny and nice, and now the weather is total crap. It's like the Oregon saying, "If you don't like the weather in Oregon, wait five minutes." Except I think they say that about almost every state in the US of A. I know I've heard that said about Montana and Wyoming. Oh well, cliches are cliches but they work.

Okay, side note. I need a clean pair of pants!! Let me set the scene: quiet evening in the farmhouse all by myself. In the basement. All by myself. Out in the freakin' country, no one around. Did I say I was all by myself? Just two cats and a big glass door that faces the pond in the picture above.

But there was a third body lurking just on the other side of the door.

The drapes are shut, and I knew Bunny was sitting between the drapes and the glass, but I had forgotten about her while I was sitting here typing about the stupid weather. And then, all of a sudden, I hear tapping on the glass.

Okay, the noise made me jump, but good grief. I'm an adult. I knew Bunny was looking out the window. She's just chasing a bug, right? I turned around, and . . .

I could see Bunny's tail twitching but she was otherwise sitting still. And the tapping and scrabbling sound was still going on!!

I think that was when I shat myself.

But, I got a grip on myself, and just whipped open the drapes to reveal: Mommy Cat! She had kind of a scary look in her eye (probably in shock from the lights inside since it's dark outside), which didn't help matters. She's a nice kitty, but she does have a very distinctive (albeit misleading) demon look to her. My heart is still thumping and my adrenaline is racing wildly.

Thank God I pulled the drapes open before Bunny started hissing, because if I would have heard her hissing at whatever was hitting and scratching against the glass, I really would have crapped myself.