Last night I learned that our local woods are home to flying squirrels, by dint of my cat leaving us a dead one on the porch. THANKS, CAT. How the fuck did she even catch one? She is truly a mighty huntress and I should have called her Artemis, not Kit-Kat. Horrible rotten thing that she is (I say, while she is currently draped across my lap like a fuzzy 13-pound bowling ball).
At least our week of nearly non-stop rain seems to be winding down. I welcome the cooler weather, but that amount of rain - I could do without it, honestly.
Crossposted from Dreamwidth - read the original post here:
http://hokuton-punch.dreamwidth.org/1062160.html .