With the end of the rain, the kittens wanted to get outside badly, but when I checked on them Davout had come in and Rhea was stoically trying to enjoy having the wind blowing her fur up backwards.
Davout had at least managed to cut some grass, but then got it stuck on his chest.
A bit later Rhea found a sunny spot that was sheltered from the wind which was much nicer. She wasn’t too difficult to urge inside, though.
Rhea keeps a good eye on me these days.
Upstairs, Anna in her room has been fairly friendly with Davout. She’s grateful that I only try and trim her hair and knots out once a day so she can enjoy the other visits.
On the latest visit, Davout bit Rhea’s backside as she crept up toward Anna’s door. This got him in a little trouble with her, but gave me time to close off Anna’s room and avoid trouble. Davout has a special meow he uses when he does the biting I’ve not heard him use any other time.