Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

We've already had a downpour today, and perhaps there is more on the way. I'm in my rainboots, and am prepared for the atmospheric river that is supposedly coming, but, cynic that I am, I'm not holding my breath. No, I don't want mudslides and disasters, but just plain old rain would be nice. There is cat who visits us every day, soft gray and white, and very talky, as some cats are. He/she was sheltering under our palm tree as I went out to get the paper, and I talked to her a minute. She seems to want something, but she has a collar and is well fed, so I don't want to lure her over to us, but she finds our yard attractive for some reason. And if she catches a mouse or rat, well that would be very nice. I miss not having a pet, and am working up to another dog. In the meantime, I talk to the two crows who live in our Incense cedar in the front yard, and often greet me if I'm outside. Up at our cabin I love the ravens, who are huge and make gargling sounds and also any animal sound they choose to imitate. They sit in the Ponderosa and Sugar pines and laugh and clearly ridicule us as we walk by, but I'm in on the joke. We are RIDICULOUS. Us people out in nature, but not really. With our water bottles and hiking boots and sunscreen and sunglasses. I agree. We are silly. I'm willing to share a chuckle at our expense.