More tribute

Ponder Lee struck again. Between the time the plants in pots were watered and the time that it was light enough to see the demesne in sunlight, the small tiger cat known by many names had left a deceased roof rat at one of the doorsteps. I read a piece in the paper this morning about the unceasing din of Cairo, described as resembling the sound of a lawnmower next door all the time. That's what Austin's like these days, only add chainsaw, string trimmer, leafblower, pressure washer, and every sort of construction noise to that, from before dawn to after dusk, seven days a week. No wonder rats are looking for a home: maybe it's that their old ones are being demolished or maybe they are just seeking peace and quiet.