October 1st 2012 10:40 pm
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We only go outdoors when mum is home on account of her being rather good at seeing off bad cats. Most mornings I have a run in the garden before mum goes to work just to check everything is OK out there and she calls me back in, usually rustling a bag of treats, when it's time for her to go.
Yesterday I was out when it started raining heavily. I took shelter under the Christmas Tree. We have an all year round one in our garden. Years ago mum was about to put one put for shredding when she noticed that despite much neglect over the festive season it was still alive. Anything that wanted to live that much should be given a chance so she planted it and it's lived happily in our garden ever since. It shows its gratitude for not being shredded by providing an all year round shelter for cats.
So there I was all dry and there was the gap between me and home all wet. I heard mum call but didn't know what to do.
She came out and was calling me.
"I'm here" I whimpered in my most piteous mew.
"Where?" I could hear her blundering about as she tried to see me. I was deeply hidden at the driest part.
I mewed again and then saw her face as she bent down to see me.
"Come here Toby"
I must have sounded serious as she looked quite worried. "Are you OK?"
"I don't want to get wet."
Happily for both of us she had a bag of treats in her hand and managed to tempt me closer to the edge and next thing I knew I was scooped up in a most undignified manner and we were running through the rain back home.
I think it was worth it. Home is the best place to be when it's wet and if I can't chase frogs I can always chase Josie.
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Your mum is wise for not letting you out while she not home. I go inside when no one is going to home. Mum reckons it's better that way so she know where I am and that I am safe.
My mum can be very scary too when it comes to other cats attacking me. If she doesn't shoo them away it normally costs my humans money at the vet and the fact she loves me too much to let anything happen to me.
That getting wet stuff is not fun!
Oh what a dilemma. You need a catbrella, Toby.
You have the most interesting adventures.
I was an indoor/outdoor cat and didn't like the rain much either, but when I did get wet Mom loved toweling me off. Apparently I had the most wonderful wet cat scent that Mom had ever smelled! She said it was very musky and masculine, so some of us are just lucky that way. She misses it a lot, and thinks of me whenever it gets rainy out.