Yesterday, in our little corner of the country, storm clouds rolled through dropping a .09 inches of rain on our drought-stricken area, making navigating the streets around here tricky. In my quest to arrive home from the store, I drove through six different flooded streets, praying each time that my engine would be spared by the rising rain water. Once I arrived home safely, I became amused watching a very pretty, albeit wet, white tip pawed black cat take up residence in my boxwood bush, hoping a bird would fly in for dinner. “Hey there…” I said from the safety of my living room as the doll and I watched one bird after another, fly into the bush for safety, only to rush away again due to the cat’s presence. “He’s a tricky little devil…” I remarked. The doll, took one look at the cat and declared, “I want to keep him…” “Sorry doll, he’s wearing a collar…” I said triumphantly. “I don’t care…” She replied as we turned our attention back to the bush. A little while later, with the absence of birds flying into the bush, the cat beat thief in search of better place for dinner, presumably with faster service.