Our front yard has been growing like, well, weeds. We had a big rain for a few days. The sun has been shining. Conditions were right and the grass was high and the weeds were higher.
My son said he’d cut the front yard today. When I came home, he had.
Hunter, our cat, was lying on the porch switching her tail as if angry. I asked him what was wrong with the cat. “I cut the grass”, he said. “She glared at me the whole time. I could almost read her mind as she thought ‘there goes all my great hiding places! Why is he doing that?’ “
See . . . and my other son said my animals can’t talk. If you stand out in the sun long enough, you’ll hear what they’re saying.