Yes, it is still raining on this Saturday in August. Enough! Floridians are worn out and weary. Where is our sun? We moved to Florida for the sun. We could have moved to Bar Harbor, Maine or Seattle if we had wanted rain, rain and more rain. Actually, we moved to Florida for the rivers, and they are arising as I type.
To tell you how disoriented and weary we are, when I went to get the newspapers from the boxes this morning I told Truett, "Boy, the Lake City Reporter sure is skinny for a Sunday paper."
"Merry," he quipped. "Today is Saturday."
"Oh."
Not being in school Friday messed me all up. So here are other things that have been happening.
Yesterday Punky was all cuddled up in a porch basket trying to sleep.
Well, Roger decided that wasn't going to happen. You can tell it in his eyes as he stares Punky down.
Then the next thing you know, Roger pounced on Punky and a cat fight began. Do you remember middle school and someone would let out a yell, "CAT FIGHT!" and you knew two girls were at it. No one, especially teachers, tried to break up a cat fight. That was all scratching and flying fingernails while the stupid boys stood in a circle just egging them on. And, I might add, that was well before girls were suspended for fighting. Suspension was dedicated solely to the boys.
Poor Punky. He was just trying to nap.
Good Lord, Roger. Don't break his neck!
Finally, Punky retreated to a wall to catch his breath.
Look how exhausted he is. He thinks if he doesn't look up Roger will go away. So even with all the rains and winds and being cooped up for days on end, life still goes on. Don't those cats even know what we've been going through? Seems not.
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