Plato has been extremely obnoxious for the past couple of days, following me around, barking at me (yes, cats can bark), typing on my keyboard (he can’t spell for a darn), getting hair up my nose and making me sneeze. What’s up with that?
Update August 26: About 15 minutes after I got to work, it started to rain. A LOT. Thunder and lightening, the works. I was feeling smug that I’d already brought in the laundry until I remembered that I’d left the windows open. And poor Plato is terrified of thunder, but he deserves a good scare after the way he’s been acting lately. Anyway, the living room curtains are soaked as is the futon, only on my side, of course. I guess I’ll be sleeping on the spare tonight. Plato is hiding behind a box in the closet.