I'd been saying I couldn't wait for a thunderstorm. Well, we got one last night. It was very cool. Lots of lightning, thunder, wind and rain. The kids were wholly unimpressed and disappointed when we had to head indoors (it was bedtime anyway). Dad and I went on a covert kitten recovery mission under the dark of night. Mama Cat had her kittens under a trailer behind the machine shed on Monday and we had rigged some shade for her, but the storm could've flooded her nest. Dad rigged a temporary roof but as the wind built up we decided that we would have to risk the skin on our arms against Mama Cat's will and take the kittens and mother inside the shed. Mama has been frighteningly protective at times and we didn't know what we'd be up against. We ran out with a box and a flashlight and checked on them. Dad bravely grabbed three kittens and Mama just watched. He got the last one then I got Mama. She didn't fuss a bit. I couldn't believe it. When we got her into the shed she started fussing and ran
out of my arms but we had her in the same safe dry room with the babies and we were happy. This morning we found her nursing her babies dryly and happily.

Oh, yeah. If you haven't noticed, I'm still trapped in Missouri. My hat is off to all of the women here with the wearwithall to maintain big hair despite the humidity. Martin, if you don't come rescue me soon, I just might have to get a perm!