The wind has been blowing a bit, too. It gusts here once in a while, but most of the time it is blowing somewhere else in the forest 'round about, and it keeps pretty much to the treetops. The sound accumulates and creates a constant hum which can be heard clearly only when the rain moderates for a while. The rest of the time, the night is a pattering and splashing and drumming that soon becomes hypnotic. No wonder all the cat wants to do is sleep.
A few minutes ago, she finally moved herself onto a cushion, so I could get up and pay some attention to Sluggo. But it is very late, and I don't want to risk repeating yesterday's disastrous excess of sleep, so I don't intend to pay much attention to Sluggo. A quick bit of catching up, then off to bed -- with a cat curled around my head, no doubt.
