Why is it any other day I can open the door and Quizz will zoom out to the back yard to do his dog thing and the cat will ooze through the door to pose as the great hunter he is in his mind, but the moment the heavens open up and the skies pelt their delicate sensibilities with water they won’t set foot out the door?
Unless, of course, I put the leash on the dog and go and stand out in the rain with him. Sigh. Who has Who trained?
Oh, and the cat imperiously demands the entire time that I make the rain stop so that he can resume his safari in the yard.