Rain, rain, go away; come again another day.
And it will, of course. Go away, I mean, eventually; although maybe not today.
It'll probably come back again, too.
So here I - Seville the Cat - am, sittin' in my office, typin' up my blog post, longingly lookin' out the window; and what do I see? NOTHIN'. Nothin' at all. Nothin' but rain fallin' outta the sky.
Okay, so there are some birdies out there. Yeah, I see birdies outside, flittin' about. Goldfinches and chickadees, I think. Saw the female cardinal earlier, too, hoppin' about on the driveway. Birdies don't seem to mind gettin' all wet from the rain.
But me? Well I, Seville the Cat, certainly do mind gettin' rained upon, for sure. A cat gets his gorgeous marmalade furs all wet from the rain, and do you know what a cat like me then has to do? DO you?
Well I'll tell you what a cat like me has to do after gettin' all wet from the rain. A cat like me then has to have a bath.
No, not the gettin' in the tub with stinky smellin' bubble bath kinda bath. That would be gross. That would be super gross, for sure. No, after bein' rained upon, a cat like me has to GIVE HIMSELF a bath. A dry bath. A dry bath by lickin' himself all over with his tongue. You know, like God intended cats like me do.
Now I'm a very clean kitty by nature, so it's not like I MIND givin' myself a bath. In fact, I do it all the time. But the thing is...
The thing is...
The thing is, that time could be better spent nappin' and nippin' and procuring tasty snacks.
So to avoid gettin' rained upon, I guess I'm stuck here in the house for the day.
Stuck here with nothin' to do.
Stuck here with...
OH MY MOUSES! WHY DIDN'T I THINK OF THIS EARLIER? Methinks...
Methinks today is THE PERFECT DAY for gettin' high on the nip. And afterwards I'll have some snacks. And after that...
I'LL TAKE A NICE, LONG NAP.
And all from the comfort of home.
No dry bathin' required.
Remember to mask up, too.