Doh! It's Raining Again.

It's been windy and wet all week and both Millhouse and I are grumpy. Especially with the humans because, well it's their fault, isn't it? You see, they control everything else in the world including our food, so that must mean they're responsible for the weather too. When we see it's raining outside the back door, we decline to go out and run to the front door where it might be fine and sunny. But, blow me, it's raining out the front too. Can't even go for a pee without having to dash for the nearest hedge in this weather! Why can't humans organise things more considerately?
If you go out, the wind blows your ears inside out, not a good look, I might say. And talk about hearing the sea in a seashell! Sounds more like someone blowing bubbles inside my head! And as for poor old Millhouse; he's got a big fluffy tail just like a yacht's mainsail. In this wind he swaggers like a drunk down the garden as the wind tosses his rear end about.
So anyway, the result is we stay indoors, get bored and are driven to irritating one another around the house. Millhouse usually starts it by strolling cockily up and plonking himself down very close to me. Well within in my personal zone, I might add. He sniffs one of my ears. Then eyes up my face minutely. Well, that just makes me so cross! So I usually cuff him with a right hander, get his head on the floor and give his ear a good chew. He rolls onto his back bringing the old 'kicking sticks' (back legs) into the scuffle and scrabbles at the top of my head. There's a few cat type grunts followed by a lot of rolling about like a bar brawl in Rawhide. Eventually we break off, chase about round the furniture; you know like cat and mouse until we find another arena to bundle about in.
Of course, it winds the humans up beautifully too. They can't ignore this boisterous behaviour all over the house, especially as it amounts to tufts of fur dotted around at the various sites of conflict. We get plenty of, 'Pack it in!,'s and 'Oy! Stop that!'s from the arm flailing, knitted eyebrowed humans who stomp about carrying things from one room to another and back again for no reason whatsoever, apparently.
As the morning wears on and feeling a bit tatty, we eventually slink off to tidy ourselves up, lick our wounds; quite often ending up beside one another on the humans' bed for a damned good long mouse hunting dreamy snooze. With big pussy sighs and stretchy forepaws we doze off until such time as our our tummies tell us to bother those idle humans again.
..Might pop out for a pee in a minute then maybe go for the double whamee and squeegee myself dry between two human legs in the kitchen. Just to break the monotony!

Herky