A rip roaring wind preceded a much needed rain and knocked a good bit of fall right out of the trees. Fall will have to start over if it can. Now there are whispers of flakes that may come falling from the sky come Monday and Tuesday. The sky might start spitting white spots when it gets real cold, for real. No more hovering just above freezing and alleged highs of 60 degrees.
This isn't a freeze drill anymore. Any tender young things that need to come in need to be dealt with. Some things are a bit hard to get a hold of though. The new cat Spot was not pleased when she was brought inside and tried to get out through the windows. Food and good ear rubs have kept her around and with time, she will now look inside an open door.
The cold rain may have forced her paw just a bit more. Spot has spotlets. She brought them to a box I set out for her under the house, out of the wind and rain, a place for her to stay warmer and dry.
Spotlet #1 is the mellow one. It is well on its way to adjusting to petting and holding without bolting. Spotlet #2, a black and white number, is still a raging mini furball of claws, hissing and running for the hills. Its photo-op will have to come on another day.
I think there are just two spotlets?