It remains to be seen whether there will be flood warnings in the valley at any point. So far there are none, but the ground here on the piedmont is so saturated already that I can't imagine everything that falls this week not running off into the rivers and streams almost immediately. Locally it's expected to add up to seven or eight inches over the course of the week, and by the end of it Lake Oroville could be brimming. I'd like to go take a look at it full, but probably won't get the chance.
The feral cats probably enjoyed the mostly rainless day, and went off to explore their territory. The birds were active in my yard, though, probably in part because the cats weren't around. I was treated to a few songs from a pair of small, grayish-brown birds, but didn't recognize it. They must have been visitors displaced from their usual range by the odd weather. Of course there were also some acorn woodpeckers, but they didn't hang around for long.
Tonight it's the frog chorus that's filling the air again. The air is a bit warmer tonight, and has grown mostly still, so I've spent a bit more time listening to my amphibian neighbors. Their song is not as relaxing as a cat purring, but it will do in a pinch. There's nothing to look at, though, as the sky is till cloudy. I've totally lost track of what phase the moon is in. I could look it up on the Internet, but I'd rather wait until next week to see for myself. I've had enough Internet for tonight.