I woke up this morning to raining cats. I've always loved that expression.
The sound of heavy rain upon the roof is something I cherish, yet haven't been able to experience much while living in mid-floor apartments most of my adult life. Now that my bed is located in the attic of an old house, the pounding rain was such a thrill as I snuggled up deeper under the covers. Seriously one of my favorite feelings in the world!
P.S. Anyone know the photographer behind this lovable set of vintage kitty cuteness? They remind me of these photos.
{Images via Gatopoder}
