Today, in addition to unfortunately typical dust-season weather (it’s what New Mexico has instead of spring), we also had… a wildfire less than a mile from our house. Had to evacuate for a few hours. (Paul is still out, looking for electric poles that may have been damaged by either the fire or the wind. The air is so dry that if a line comes down, it’ll start another fire.)
The cats — all seven of ’em, including Stony (a.k.a. “Narrow Cat”), whom we’re cat-sitting until sometime next week — did not like this at all, but I’m sure that with plenty of kitty treats (especially valerian mousies — so much better and stinkier than catnip mousies), they’ll eventually forgive us for putting them in their kitty crates and moving them around.