I was about to make some coffee when I heard a small, pitiful mew. Outside, I saw the neighbour's grey cat was hunched under a table on the back porch staring at the rain soaked grass and concrete beyond the cover of the awning. The neighbour's cats are still pretty young, and I think they used to live in the desert, so I suppose they may have little or no experience with rain.
The moment I opened the back door, the cat bolted across the lawn and up the fence. I didn't mean to scare her, but it's probably just as well. Who knows how long it would've taken her to figure out it was safe to walk on the grass.
I'm going to my parents' house for an early Thanksgiving, so that's about all I have time for to-day.