After several days of Tropical Storm Grace wringing out her clouds, the sun came back out and we all decided it was a great morning to go to the beach. Purrseidon was very excited – until we arrived and realized that we were literally going to the beach due to riptides infesting the water. She does not want to go to the beach to ‘go to the beach’ – Purrseidon wants to go to the beach to play in the water.
Unfortunately, human staff was insistent about staying away from the dangerous water, so it became a seashell sort of day. The Munchkins also conducted a few science experiments and shared their finds with Purrseidon. There were also birds … lots and lots of birds!
After days of rain, our backyard is starting to look like a yard, instead of the swamp. Purrseidon kept herself occupied by playing peek-a-boo in the picnic cooler and gazing at the frogs frolicking in the back yard and probably dreaming that she was in the wet and mud with them.
The dog is VERY grateful that the backyard is starting to dry – her attitude toward water is more cat-like.
Perhaps we will be able to make a trip to the beach for another boogie board lesson on Sunday.
Mr. M has enjoyed the rain – watching Ms. Purr stay dry, that is. Dear ole fella gets traumatized whenever ‘the baby’ comes in sopping wet. He has relaxed a lot in the past few days… don’t think it will last, though.
Yesterday, our backyard weather gauge measured over 7.75 inches. There was water covering some parts of the road when I walked Ms. Munchkin to the bus stop frogs were swimming in the road… no joke. We even saw a duck floating where the road should have been.
It was an odd morning and difficult to see where the sides of the road were, except for the fact that the water in the flood ditches seemed to be moving. Knowing Purrseidon, she would have wanted to leap in and that water was a lot deeper than she could stand up in. SO, she was not allowed to go meet the school bus.
Thus, when I came home and hung up the umbrella, I met hostile kitty eyes. She then settled down to gaze longingly out the window, so we allowed her to go outside and sit on the porch.
Purrseidon would have made a good mom – she has the silent guilt-look down pat.
Hopefully, by Monday, the remnants of tropical storm Grace will be wrung out and life can return to normal – and dry. In the meantime, I hope weeds don’t take over the garden and that frog doesn’t manage to sneak back in.