Watching Paint Not Dry

The painters are still at it, and so is the rain. The two seem somehow elementally bound up, rain and paint. And Lola is of course still fascinated by the activity. I can imagine our poor cat Toby (or his predecessor Sophie) watching, but only in that languid, absent way cats grace the human world with their incurious curiosity. Dogs are something else entirely. They give it their all. That cliché, like watching paint dry, does not apply. The paint is always wet, wet as rain.