This evening Portia scurried out the back door as I was going out to fill the feral kitties' food bowl. Alger came running from the back yard at the same time. I expected major cat drama to ensue, but there was only a lot of glaring and a bit of hissing. Alger settled down to eat while Portia watched. Once I got Portia back inside, she sat on the windowsill and gave Alger dirty looks. He looked at her a few times but quickly lost interest in her and went off to further explore the soggy world. There were birds who needed to be chased, after all.
I think there's more moss on the mulberry tree this year than I've ever seen before. Most of its branches are green plush all the way to their tips. I can imagine I'm in Ireland. Come summer it will all dry up and I'll be back in California. I'll recall my imaginary vacation fondly.