I have this wonderful tuxedo cat named Jack. He's a big kitty and he's a big baby. He's spoiled and loves his creature comforts but at the same time wants to go outside and be the 'wild' kitty. My bedroom window is the magic doorway to the outside. How this happened, I don't know. All I do know is that if I'm sitting at my desk, Jack will come in and begin meowing this incessant meow that means I must open the window so he may enjoy the outdoors until it is dinner time.
Now understand that where I live in California, it has been really, really dry. Rain has been so infrequent and even if it fell, it would often be a mere sprinkle. It has been years since we have has a decent shower.This meant that even if it was raining, Jack would still go outside. To be honest, I think he enjoyed those days most of all. He would get a wild glint in his eyes and his tail would be slashing back and forth as he sprang outside.
This year has been different. Finally we have had some real rain. Long drenching of steady rain and many showers throughout the days. Then in comes Jack, meowing and meowing and without really thinking about it, I opened the window for him and sat back down. He jumps up on the bookcase to get out the window and froze. Just his whiskers were trembling slightly and he stared this way for nearly two minutes before jumping back down and sitting at my feet.
I had started laughing and said something to the effect of, well, Jack, you don't want to go out in the rain? Then he started his meowing and looking from me to the window and back to me. It took me a minute before I realized what he wanted. He wanted me to stop the rain so he could go outside. My big beautiful cat thinks I can control the weather. I'm not sure if I should be flattered or worried. lol
Moria
