My furs got water drops on them this morning. I wanted to go out, but I didn't want to get water on my furs, so I came in again. I tried this a number of times to see if the rain had stopped, but every time my furs got a few sprinkles.
Lynettea said I shouldn't complain, as we have had hardly any rain at all. It is natural to complain when you feel aggrieved. I don't want to feel unnatural or exhibit controlled behaviour. Thought control is more a human style than a cat style.
I try to behave as much like the 'natural cat' as possible in my restricted environment.
Lynettea said I must be trying to imitate Womadelaide this morning with my constant miaouwing. Finally she picked me up and carried me around for a while and then gave my furs an intensive brushing. After that I had a good lie down on my mock fur bedspread, with the window shut to stop the draft blowing cold air on me.
I am not looking forward to WINTER.