Last night during the stiff breezes here in South Florida, I heard the
front door go 'KA-THUMP'. (apparently I hadn't shut it TIGHT the last
time I went out).

I immediately thought "Oh crap ... Cosmo."
(cosmo is my 13 year-old INDOOR cat)

I got up and opened the door, and sure enough, he was out there, 6 feet
from the door, lookin' around, sniffin' leaves, sniffin' the air, then
lookin' back AT ME  as if he does this all the freakin' time.

I went out there and he yelled at me when I tried to get him back in
the house. And if you wanna see something funny, watch a middle-aged,
one-legged man trying to retrieve a very DEFIANT cat ... in the dark
(10:30 at night).

He kept yelling at me with that short "Ma!" sound. I was kind of
laughing. Then I finally said, "Okay f***ker, you're outside now." and
went back in the house.

I kept checking, and he was always out there, close to the house, and
always yelling at me.

About 20 minutes later, the fireworks at the ball park right down the
road went into their finale. BOOM BOOM BOOM ... B-B-B-B-BOOM!

I laughed because I knew ...  and went to the door and sure enuf, there
he was with that "Oh sh.t! oh sh.t! oh sh.t! ..." look on his face and
he came RUNNING back into the house.

But then he kept going to the door to try that again. If he only had
opposable thumbs.

The little bastard.
(I say that with love)