We had liquid climate change all morning here, but it went away again.
It’s 43° outside and 66° inside.
When Bryan and I went outside to put out the trash, the vultures were
circling overhead. Brrrr.... I don’t know who died in the cornfield.
I don’t want to know. Our cats don’t go outside, so it wasn’t one of
them. They’re sure getting spoiled these days. They love to play.
Good to know it wasn’t your cats. Jake is out in the herb garden hoping Tom the mockingbird won’t notice him until it’s too late.