We apparently got a little less than an inch in the latest rainstorm, but the North Bay was clobbered. Ms Whiskers is still around, fitting in stops at the dish between whatever else she does to stay dry. Somewhere between the heavy showers, a nearby house that looked abandoned for several seasons had the poor dead tree removed from the large planter, the tangled rosebushes pruned right back and the wild lawn shorn. I hope nobody was dead inside.
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