I got nothing

But a cat on my lap. Isn’t that enough?

Cat reveals amazing rain repellent powers

Turns out the cat didn’t get so wet after all.

I love the smell of a wet cat in the evening

It’s wet.

Night in the garden

I’m out looking for the cat. It’s late. It’s dark. The world is full of strange sounds, from the occasional crinkle of leaves, to the piping of birds, to half-heard talk and laughter. The cat is nowhere is sight.