It’s raining, it’s pouring

Sitting here in front of the computer, having been rescued from the bus stop by His mother, one is contemplating the rain. When we say it is raining here it is probably a bit different from what others call rain. Today it dumped 6 cm (2 1/2 inches) in half an hour and it hasn’t let up since. We live on a hill and even so one couldn’t get across the curb to the car without stepping in 15 cm (6 inches) of water. She had to drive into someone’s driveway so one could hop in, by which time one was absolutely soaked.

The street is flooded and there are great gushing rivers of water streaming down it. Some kids have got their boogie boards out to take advantage of the conditions and are merrily body surfing down the grassy hills in the local park. At home the indoor entertainment area is flooded and the cat won’t move off the chair it is currently marooned on. Though it did take the time to glare at one, thereby conveying in no uncertain terms whom it held responsible for this sorry state of affairs. A glare one reciprocated as one wondered how long it could stay there without food.

See most people love their cat. We do not. It is mean spirited, vindictive and vicious, and it manages to cram all of that in before breakfast. It developed a taste for human blood at an early age and time has not diminished nor mellowed it. We actually have to warn people to not pet the cat... and most don’t try it a second time. They get suckered in by the fact it is tiny and black and furry and yeah... it can shimmy around looking cute with the best of them. They just never seem to notice the maniacal, blood sucking creature that is peering out through its eyes.

Whispers we respect the cat... and we offer a daily prayer that today might be a good day for it to die.