And Cats will be Dogs

Last evening at our new friend's Martin and Allison's, we took a ride in their golf cart around the lake as the lightning storm danced around us to the East, South and West of us,and the moon was being swallowed up by the squall line looming. As we pulled out of the driveway, Rocko, one of their cats began to chase after us in the cart, meowing loudly, thinking perhaps to be a dog. He chased us for quite some time, much to the amusement of all. We can never assume what we will find, and it is those unexpected events like a "barking cat" that make life's pageantry so rich.