Cats and Trails and Garden Tales
Musings on cats, travel, gardens and life
Looking for Beauty on a Rainy Spring Day
It’s another rainy day in the Great Northwest and the natives are getting restless.
The cats are confused, wanting out but not.
Then going out and wanting in again, an endless cycle.
“Is there nothing you can do?” Tiger asks.
“Sorry, no,” I say and Benji is dismayed.
I let them in and settle them down to sleep while I look for beauty in the raindrops and berries.
It will have to do.
~ Susanne
Cats and Trails and Garden Tales 
Gorgeous photos of the kitties, Susanne, and the wet florals! We are getting rain here too, and my dogs have the same bewildered expressions!
Thanks, Terri! You think they’d be used to it, but they are all out of sorts! Guess that applies to me too! š š
Rain is better than snow, right? Your cats are very beautiful, Susanne! š»š»
Thank you! I suppose so! Except the snow usually passes quickly but the rain seems to go on for months!
Love the photos, as always! It rained here in Fresno the other day, but just for a little while. āļø
Thank you! It seems like it’s been raining forever here but I think we’ll get some breaks later this week. š
I think the Seattle area gets more rain than Beetley. To be honest, I cannot imagine why so many people live there! š š
Best wishes, Pete.
Aw, we like to keep the myth going so fewer people move here! You can’t beat the natural beauty of the area!
you sure found the beauty!
Thank you!
Hehe! It is hard being a cat in wet weather!
Yes indeed! š
We are hoping for some rain!
You’re welcome to ours! š š
Poor cats, wet fur can’t be pleasant! I love the raindrops in your photos but I’m happy to be having a dry warm spell in London right now š
Lucky you! Enjoy! š Our spring came in like a rainstorm, but I think we’ll have a couple of dry days later this week. š
Hope you do!
Exquisite photos of the berries, but of course I love your kitties too.
Aw, thank you so much!
My little dog, on looking out of the french doors to the patio at the gray, wet gray, wetter gray day: ears down. Tail down. Then a pleading look up at me. When I take him out, upon returning from the (wet, gray) walk he first delicately shakes his legs (just like a cat) then settles down in his bed and cleans his paws – just like a cat. At least his raincoat has a wide-ish belly band as I don’t think he bends that way.
What fun! At least he’s willing to go out for a walk in it!