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.