Iffy

Despite lowering morning clouds and sprinkles, we seized the afternoon and got our blood moving. My friend who's pretty much healed from her surgery picked me up for a bit of gym climbing. A good session always makes me feel as if I've had everything adjusted, stretched, and nicely pummeled; taller, too.
We left the front door open briefly to let in some breezes, and our pal Petie the big fluffy boy cat who looks like a girl breezed in like he owned the joint. Our own cat looked horrified, having watched this illicit entry from the side of the porch. Petie was ejected gently, and our cat zipped in, smelling things to make sure nothing had been violated.
Another incisive delight from Middlemarch: " Strangers, whether wrecked and clinging to a raft, or duly escorted and accompanied by portmanteaus, have always had a circumstantial fascination for the virgin mind, against which native merit has urged itself in vain."