I know what you’re thinking.
You’re thinking, Boy, that Vivian sure can wrap a hutch.
There was rain in the forecast for Sunday so even though I haven’t pinned up the sleeping bags yet, I got the hutch rain-proofed with three big-ass tarps wrapped around it (eight layers of tarp. Think that’s enough?) and then I put a big metal pan on top. I thought the cats might like to hear the sound of raindrops on the roof.
Thank you, my darling readers, for all the help with the diaper pins. I have not kept up with the nomenclature for fasteners — I hear they are called blanket pins these days ( in the best craft shops — a big thank you to the reader who is sending me a set of 6 all the way from Pennsylvania! ).
The rain started right on schedule, around 4 o’clock Sunday afternoon. At first, Taffy and Lickety thought that their hutch was just a fancy stationery umbrella.
But then Taffy figured it out (that’s the tip of his tail you see, there, disappearing through the hutch doorway).
And then Lickety got a clue.
Yeah. She sat out the rain in the rhododendron tree. Sigh. When I checked up on her later, she’d left the tree and had gone to her cubbie in the garage, so I could stop worrying about her spending the afternoon in the rhododendron tree.
But that doesn’t mean that I don’t wake up in the middle of the night and hear the rain and worry. So at 3:22 this AM I went out into the backyard and counted noses:
That’s Taffy, Lickety, and Oscar from next door, high and dry.
But don’t worry; there’s still plenty of other things for me to worry about at 3:22 AM.