The Cat and the Hat. It's practically Seussian. We can dig it. Or how about Hats and the Cat, more on the Shavian side? We don't think so. We caught Tiny snuggling in with Tuck's Dorfman Pacific Outback Wool Felt Hat this afernoon after we returned home from big shoppies. Note drops of rain on top and brim. The rain it continues to raineth every day, although we've had a couple of brief sun sightings of late. Click here for The Man in the Hat.
"The SUN is out," Goomp imailed this afternoon, filing a you-are-there report from the front of the Flood Wars:
York Beach at Long Sands had no problem. There were maybe 25 surfers in wet suits in the ocean but not any swell really large enough to get up on the boards. The stores down by the entrance to Animal Forest had a lot of stuff out on the sidewalks, which must have been soaked when the area flooded, but there was no sign of water now.
We forwarded the news on to weatherman Matt Noyes at NECN. One of the special charms of our own New England cable network is their feature of soliciting and airing phone reports and digital images from our fellow citizens who are eyewitnesses to the making of local history. Talk about your national treasures. We look forward to their sweeping all the awards for regional news coverage in the coming period of time.
More from Goomp re local conditions in Newburyport, MA, the town our siblings call home:
Goomp: Ben says the marinas in Newburyport were hard hit. They had just in the last week or so put their docks out.
We: Were they washed away?
Goomp: Some and others broken and piled onto the shore.
And on-the-scene reports from Sister Sue:
She: TERRIBLE damage to [Newburyport] marinas. I never got a really good look at the mighty Merrimack, except from my car. I wish I had walked down to have a look, but I was unhaughty in the face of Nature this time [but] many of my friends went "flood peeping" last night. I just saw on NECN that Newmarket, NH, of all places, has had disastrous street flooding.
We: YES. It looked horrendous. Their dams are damned old. It's like Old Home Week with all our old haunts in the news: Exeter, Newmarket, Haverhill, Amesbury, Methuen, Milton -- even Gloucester -- Newburyport, of course . . . York Beach. Are we drowning?
Tiny as vamp. I want to be alone (with the hat).
We were going to photoshop out that diagonal line across Tiny's nose in the photo above, thinking it was some extraneous element that had been on the camera lens, when we realized in a zoom-in that it was one of her tail hairs, wet from her recent outing in the little house. Rain or not, after all these days the cabin fever has set in big time, and these cats will out.
Update: Speaking of the outing of cats, Watermark is hosting a most enchanting Mother's Day Special Edition of the 112th Carnival of the Cats "in honor of Gracie, my mother's cat and devoted companion."