Last night, Buster wanted outside around supper time.

Come bed time, I was somewhat concerned that he hadn't come back,
because severe thunderstorms with heavy rain were predicted for our
area. Buster's predilection for bad weather makes me wonder about that
cat...

So bedtime came and went. I called for Buster several times before
finally going to sleep. A couple of times, loud thunder woke me up.

Finally, the alarm goes off at about 5am (yeah, it's a Saturday, but I
just leave the alarm on, but usually go back to sleep on the
weekends). I took that opportunity to get up and get a drink, which
involves walking through the living room to the kitchen.

As a matter of course, I look towards the living room window to see if
there is a cat shadow. Well there is, and it is a very animated cat
shadow. In fact, the shadow is reaching a paw up and tapping at the
window.

I can almost hear the "Wake up! Wake up! It's wet, and windy, and
loud, and SCARY out here!"

So I open the door, and Buster rushes in, dry except for his tail.
When I pick him up, he purrs and cuddles up close, trembling slightly.

Poor cat. Maybe that will teach him that inside is much nicer than
outside (yeah, see me holding MY breath - big grin).

Hugs and Purrs,
Mark