Portia got to see two of the feral cats in the front yard this evening, and she was quite displeased. A pizza was being delivered to the house next door to the south, and the tabby kitten went tearing across the yard northward, passing about ten feet from Portia. The pretty kitten was there too, but she's braver than the tabby, so she only retreated halfway across the yard from the pizza guy's truck and crawled under a bush.
Portia was so intent on watching the pretty kitten that she didn't even bother to chase the tabby, who vanished into the yard next door to the north. After the pizza guy left, Portia went after the pretty kitten, who then retreated around the corner of the house. Portia had to spend several minutes sniffing every place the other cats had been. I finally got her to come back indoors, where she demanded much attention— probably as compensation for having had her territory invaded. I was just happy that there had been no fight.
Watching the animated radar map is fun. A band of the storm has crossed San Francisco, and has most recently been dropping moderate rain on the Oakland hills. It looks like Stockton is getting some sprinkles. It should be reaching Sacramento in an hour or so, Marysville an hour later, then Oroville, and should finally get here between three and four o'clock in the morning, assuming its speed remains about the same. So far the moon remains visible here, though clouds drift across it now and then. I intend to enjoy the storm while it lasts. This could turn out to be the last bit of winter we get this year.