It's Saturday. It's shopping day. It's raining hard.

When I get home, I dread having to unload the trunk, in the heavy
rain. Partly because it's wet, partly because my inconsiderate
neighbors have friends over, taking up all the parking places near my
door.

So I open the door, and Dulce Mae is waiting for me. She comes out
with me, each time I pick up a few bags (umbrella in one hand, plastic
bags hanging off the thumb on the other hand...).

Dulce Mae literally sits on the sidewalk and watches me. I can see her
fur twitch, and her ears twitch, as the rain soaks her to the skin.

As I take my load inside, she comes in with me, watches me set the
bags down, then waits at the door for me to go get another load (there
were seven loads). Each time, she sat on the sidewalk and kept an eye
on me.

As soon as I finished, I got the cat brush and a towel, and treated
Dulce Mae to a nice towelling and a leisurely brushing. She is such a
good helper, and deserves it.

Plus, I got some purrs!

Hugs and Purrs,
Mark