People talk about the weather when there's nothing else to talk about--it's something everyone has in common, thus making it prime pickings for a nice round of small-talk. Perhaps the weather shouldn't be considered an inconsequential topic of conversation, though. After all, it governs so much: the clothing we wear, the food we eat, the mood and state of health we're in, the condition of our gardens, the activities we engage in, the type of art we produce, and yes, the things we talk about too. The weather pulls people together. And yesterday, it pulled in another member of our family. I can't quite tell you how it happened, but somehow, through the cool temperatures and golden afternoons that have put us all in a good, affectionate, generous mood, we have a new cat, at least for the time being. Pippa is the sweetest little thing, so content and happy to curl up in a crook of our bodies or thread her smooth, slight, gently purring body through our ankles. And a few days ago, when I joined her on the roof of the car, she promptly fell asleep on my outstretched stomach (I'm pretty sure my neighbors think I'm a nut job if they didn't think so already [they probably did]). I'm looking forward to more chilly October mornings made more pleasant by my Pippa girl, a mug or four of steaming tea, and the book of Romans. The weather makes a lot of decisions for us, but that's not always a bad thing.