The cat we have christened Marmalade (spayed female) spends almost the whole day curled up on a cushion on a chair on the deck avoiding the rain. Our other semi-resident cat is a young male, not neutered and much less friendly, though pretty demanding. We’ve named him Yowl, as that pretty well sums up his whole interaction with us. But he’s kind of grown on us just the same, like a grouchy family member.
Take advantage of a short break in the rain to go down to the supermarket for cheese, wine, onions and tomatoes. And are lucky to find sesame bread still warm from the oven. Can hear thunder on the way home but the rain doesn’t start until we’re in the door - just.