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Final total for this rainstorm in Los Altos: 1.43". Quite respectable. It didn't peter out there until early afternoon. When I got up for the second time, the housemate had left a note on the back door that the wind had brought down a couple of fence slats in back and the dog was not to be allowed out except on leash. I suspect the damage had already occurred by breakfast time and she simply hadn't noticed when I let her out to pee. But by the time I saw the note, half that side had been taken down. And it won't be fixed up till mid-week, so the poor dog won't be able to lounge in the grass until then. And I may lose my nice purple irises to workmen tromping around and setting lots of concrete. Phooey.
Sammy reappeared, as did the tabby that probably has a home. As the sun started to go down behind the clouds, Monty and Prudence were waiting for me outside the side door. Unfortunately I was coming out with the dog for walkies. I was able to feed them a bit later in the back garden, although Prudence fled through the yawning gap into the neighbours' yard. Hopefully she took a share of the food.
Sammy reappeared, as did the tabby that probably has a home. As the sun started to go down behind the clouds, Monty and Prudence were waiting for me outside the side door. Unfortunately I was coming out with the dog for walkies. I was able to feed them a bit later in the back garden, although Prudence fled through the yawning gap into the neighbours' yard. Hopefully she took a share of the food.