I think Vinnie blames me for the weather.
Vinnie was making an absolute nuisance of himself all day yesterday. He would sit by the back door and meaow and meaow and MREAOW until I would come and open it for him.
He'd look outside.
Then up at me. ("But it's wet out there.")
Then outside again.
"Yes Vinnie, it's wet. I told you it's wet out there."
"But... I want out."
*looks back up at me*
"..."
"Well?"
"Well WHAT you silly cat. I can't make it stop."
"But... but you have opposable thumbs. You can do ANYthing."
"Opposable thumbs do not control the weather you fuzzy nutball."
*I shut the door*
*repeat process every hour on the hour*
He'd look outside.
Then up at me. ("But it's wet out there.")
Then outside again.
"Yes Vinnie, it's wet. I told you it's wet out there."
"But... I want out."
*looks back up at me*
"..."
"Well?"
"Well WHAT you silly cat. I can't make it stop."
"But... but you have opposable thumbs. You can do ANYthing."
"Opposable thumbs do not control the weather you fuzzy nutball."
*I shut the door*
*repeat process every hour on the hour*