Wind And Words!

The wind is blowing and it's hailing outside! Millhouse burst in through the catflap with his eyebrows furrowed in a disgruntled manner. The glistening frozen droplets on the extremities of his very ample fur coat were flicked into the air in spiral pattern, as he shook his whole body in that corkscrew motion which defies physical possibility. He hurried towards the food bowls expectantly flicking the moisture off each paw sequentially as it left the floor.
'Difficult to catch a decent breakfast in such inhospitable weather!'
He'd been crouched under the laurel hedge for half an hour enthusiastically observing the birds feeding whilst being relentlessly battered by wind and hailstones. Eventually, the weather having worn down his enthusiasm, he now buried his fluffy head into the crunchy bits as compensation for his failure to land a fresh meal. Now he's cuddled up with his head snuggling an expensive plant pot on the window sill just above a nice warm radiator. Mister says they don't make hooded raincoats and welly boots for cats because we'd look silly and, in any case, would inevitably run about with our bellies on the ground trying to flick the wellies off! He says we're too fussy about our appearance to accept practical solutions.
Huh! What does he know!
He says we take umbrage at anything which threatens our dignity; go strutting off with an air of disgust and start washing ourselves vigorously to remove any evidence of human association.
Huh! How dare he! (I say this as I wash myself vigorously.)
But, with the wind whistling down the chimney and the hail tinkling against the windows, I've settled myself down on a carelessly abandoned dictionary- for we do like any scrap of paper or cardboard to sit on for reflected body warmth- and in so doing, have observed some inconsistencies in the humans' english language.
Why is umbrage always taken but not given? And can one be gorm instead of gormless, or gruntled instead of disgruntled? Or worse, can you be feck instead of feckless?
Well, I'm fecked if I know! This last being said with ears back, eyebrows raised and a blank stare on my face. Now, where are my welly boots, I need to go out for my ablutions. Now, would that be abluting? If I don't hurry up, will it be oblating? Hmm, I'll have to look that one up later!



Herky