Gray

Raining. Raining. Raining.

Not as chilly as we've been having, with temperatures in the 50s F when I crawled out of bed. But still a depressing sort of day.

But Wife has a big pot of pea soup simmering in the kitchen. I love that woman.

All cats are gray at night...

...except for gray cats. Those totally disappear. I nearly stepped on Nikita, returning from our evening walk. Good thing that Wife had a parallax view against some reflected houselights...