Today it rained rather a deal more than I even I was anticipating. In town it seems the drains were unable to cope and the card shop next door to the one I volunteer was flooded, along with the church up the road, and Boots. We had water coming through the ceiling and cascading down the stairs but fortunately the damage done to our little shop appears to have been limited to wet carpets and some slightly damp videos. As it was though since my shift only began in the afternoon I missed all the great excitements of the fire engines in the street and the clearing of drains. So I only saw the aftermath of buckets of water and wet patches on the ceiling. A man is coming in a few days time to check for leaks and other damage, still it seems we were spared the worst unlike next door where the water apparently came in through the back door. The drain apparently also runs under the length of their shop and when unblocking machine came to do its thing turned out to be solid the whole length with black, spongy stuff. Don't know when they'll be ready to open up again.

Comparatively only a little wet got into our shop though also only a little custom too. I spent much of time wiping down videos, a bit playing with books and only the smallest amount serving customers. So it was something of strange day really. In the years that I've been working there I've never known it to flood like that, and those people that did venture by seemed keen to reiterate the point. Not that Whitby hasn't seen flooding before, but this was still something of an event even if, judging by the curious way it seemed only to particularly affect randomly spaced buildings up the street, this was a localised failure of the drains. Still, fun I suppose and led to me having a fairly quiet and peaceful little afteroon really and since most of the rain had dissipated by the time I got out, pretty dry too.

The rest of my evening has itself been pretty uneventful that is until a curious incident just now. I ventured outside (remembering my keys this time!) for a quick cigarette and spotted a cat trotting down the road below. Nothing unusual in that, I have often seen this kitty scampering by at night, often pausing to stare at me before padding away. This time though, in a sudden break with tradition, kitty decided to come and see me and scampered up the step with little kitty mewls and proceeded to be most exceptionally friendly, circling round me repeatedly as I crouched to pet the creature and rubbing against me. When I stood up it did hindpaws and sought to cling to my legs before scampering hopefully up to the front door as I turned to go. So getting back indoors I had to be careful slipping through the door lest kitty, obviously eager to be indoors, slip in with me. I'm now left feeling rather remorseful really, particularly since after closing the door on the creature I could still here it mewling in the most plaintive and lost manner that it could manage!

Aww, I am sorry kitty! You know I'd love to have you indoors with me but this just isn't the place for cats. I'm not allowed and besides you wouldn't be able to let yourself out again when you wanted. I am sorry, really. I've no idea what might have brought on this strange change in cat behaviour, but I can't help feel just a bit mean having to close the door on the poor little beast. Well I but hope that it will find its way to warmth and dry, food and loving, petting companionship soon. Heh, hopefully one day too I might do the same! Sadly on this occaision the factity and the rules stand in the way once more. Still, tomorrow I may go off the caravan to visit parents and my own little kitty. At least I can make a difference there. In the meantime hopes everyone has a good weekend and finds the warmth and food and companionship they require. I shall seek to give what I can, and see what I find.