Rainy sort of day

This past month and a half, we've had no real rain to speak of here in the South East of Queensland, but today that all changed. 

I woke up to dark, foreboding skies, and drizzling rain, not to mention somewhat colder temperatures than we've had this past week.

I like rainy days. They are the sort of days that call to you to curl up in a rocking chair with a good book, or bludge on the couch, catching up on whatever is on the television, or just plain surfing the 'net. Today I did the latter, for the most part - when I wasn't trying to convince my dog that he really won't melt if he goes out in the rain for a pee. He's such a sook at times. He's never been keen on water in any form, particularly, but the "great big scary stuff that falls from the sky" is a major contender for him trying to convince me that he really can hold it in until the sun comes out again!

My remaining cats are still finding it hard to deal with the loss of 'She Who Must Be Obeyed'. They seem rudderless without their leader, and I have to admit that I feel much the same way, most of the time, now that she isn't here anymore. Poor 'Mr Vampire Teeth' has turned into a complete Mummy's boy, and lets the younger 'Velcro Twins' beat him up now, eat all his food, and basically treat him as though he's not part of the group. I'm worried about him. He needs his human Mum a lot more just at the moment, for serious amounts of sooking, though the 'Velcro Twins' have grown up with my old cat, and are also not coping with the loss of their 'other Mum'. The world seems a quieter, sadder place just now.

:(