Cool Blogger: HORNY SPANISH FLIES were soaked by the rain. She wondered if they had been huddled under the porch, waiting for it to pass and gotten soaked, or just running around the yard getting soaked. Her bet was on the latter. Tiglon had let himself be dried somewhat with a towel, but Liger was having none of that, running around the kitchen and shaking himself. He looked like a porcupine, with hair sticking in all directions.
Tiglon came back over, finally satisfied he was presentable enough after a serious self-cleaning affair, and sat in her lap, looking up at his mommy, and giving off a pitiful meow. She smiled, rubbing the small critter, and made a noise right back.
"I'm not sure he agrees."
With a start she jumped up, making the small cat leap from her lap and run from the room. David was standing in the living room, soaked to the bone himself, dripping wet. "I brought you something."
He held up the wet paper bag, setting it on the counter. It almost disintegrated, but managed to hold together until he reached in, and pulled out a blue looking construct. She recognized the cheap freezer paper sold by grocery stores to keep your goods cool until you got home, and he unwrapped the second layer, revealing a box made of Gel cold packs, tapped around something she could not see with masking tape.