Last night, Brian sprayed some sort of fertilizer on the lawn that isn’t safe to walk on with bare feet or paws while it’s still wet.
Thusly, the cats are still in the house. It’s 11:10 and the cats are still in the house. Phoebe is going nuts. Little Bit was going crazy earlier. Even Lonee came into the office, wanting to see if the door to outside was open. It’s not.
The sun took its sweet time burning through the marine layer. And now I’m just waiting for it to get over the trees and dry out the parts of the yard that are still in shadow. Hopefully by one this afternoon we’ll be set.
Poor kitty cats. Note to husband: check the weather before doing something like this, it’s not fair to those of us who have to sit here and deal with it.
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