Wet pussycats

It had rained this morning so everything was wet when we had walk outside. Kitties wandered around and came back inside the stairwell. I tossed balls and mice to encourage exercise (cats do need excitement) until they quit chasing them. Then they wandered outside again and saw them go into the wooded area by the garages. Called them for 5 minutes before going inside, opened a can of cat food from the balcony to persuade them in, and started my dinner in the microwave. Then an angel poked a cloud with a large pin and rain gushed out harder than my bathroom shower. I knew that would make the cats come so I rushed out and called them in. Frodo slipping on the pavement runs to the other door and I run over to let him inside. Called for Precious. No Precious. Go to the other door after getting Frodo into the apartment and here comes Precious. The poor pussy had to swim and wade into the raging river accummulating in the parking lot. Got him in the apartment and tried to dry them with a towel but they ran away from it. I laid the towel on the floor the drenched pussycats took turns sniffing and laying on it. The licked their paws, washed their faces, and shook themselves. They a little moist yet, but drying slowly. I just looked out and it quit raining, the sun is peeking out. What a day. Post later. Bye!