Yesterday was blistering hot, not a typical June day here on the High Plains. More like July or August weather. Ugh! Last night, however, there was a lovely rain. The warning issued earlier in the day suggested the possibility of Armageddon with 2.5 inch (6.35cm) hailstones, lions (cats), and St. Bernards (dogs) pouring down on us. Yep, winds, hail, and mayhem.
I went to bed last night more concerned about the heat and how to sleep in it than any severe weather warning, but woke up oddly refreshed when Dougy came into my bedroom about 10 till five and put on his “get-outta-bed-and-feed-the-cats” dance. The rains came OK, which made sleep possible, but apparently not of the damaging magnitude predicted.
I opened the back and front doors to a refreshing coolness that comes from a nice night rain. I hoped opening the door would help me trap Andy so I could give him his medicine, but he is very aware of what I do and have done to catch him in past.
When I opened the front door, Dougy helped himself to a little adventure. He’s a little rascal!