We went to see Tate and his new companion on Saturday. He loves his kitty, probably a little too much. He likes to boy handle him and the kitty is not fond of the handling all of the time. Max puts up with a lot of squeezing. We started for a walk when it was nice and sunny out and we got about 5 blocks and a clap of thunder hit and down came the rain. We hide under someones carport while Eric and Epoch ran to get the van. Tate heard the noise and saw the lightening and said oh, oh. We didn't get too wet and then enjoyed the rest of the day inside.