It actually stopped raining at 5am. After 3 days of rain, knee-deep floods, multiple car accidents, damp walls, damp clothes, grumpiness all around; I think everyone has enough. I am just glad I am not working on Orcahrd Road. With the Wisma Underpass closed, you can imagine the throngs of Christmas shoppers running about in the rain with huge shopping bags.

Max was the only one who was excited by the rain. He was jumping and running about but no one wanted to play with him. Spencer got ready for bed early yesterday morning. And Hat stayed in the store room overnight, much to my surprise. He had a full plate of breakfast, and went back to bed. I think he was finally sick of being a stray on a rainy day.

The rain was too too heavy for me to find the strays yesterday morning.

Anyway, Max went home 11pm last night, after some supper. I don't think he enjoyed his stay here this time. Maybe due to Spencer's snarkiness too.

Spencer slept with me last night. I heard some cat jumped in through my window, and Spencer vomitting. But I couldn't find the vomit this morning.