It’s raining as I write this. A lot. As it did last night.
So what is it about cats and being wet? Whenever I want Humphrey to give me a rub round the legs what I get is the cold shoulder. Until he’s wet and then it’s a different story…
Last night he came in and sat on me or around me for about an hour while we watched a DVD.(Wah Wah by Richard E Grant about his childhood. Funnier than I expected)
Then it was at the door miaowing fit to burst as if we’d catnapped him! Despite the fact that it was howling a gale and sheeting down, off he went. So of course when he came back a couple of hours later for supper and a bed, then he was at his most loving and most wet. Being long haired it’s very difficult to avoid him when he comes anywhere near you.
Still I love him dearly. Even wet and with green paws from heaven knows where. Don’t want to know!

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