Cecil has the rain all figured out. As soon as the keeper gets home from wherever it is she has been, he rushes to the door and throws himself into the rain. About five minutes later, he appears at the back door sopping wet and lets the keeper chase him with a towel, then catch him and wrap him in it, and towel him down while he chews on his toy mouse. I have to watch this craziness every day it rains. I don't know why the keeper hasn't figured it out. But they go through this ritual repeatedly. She laughs. He purrs. I prefer a behaving in a more dignified way. But it doesn't elicit as much joy from the keeper. Sigh.
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