Fortunately for me I came inside just in time…
To prevent the human from putting clean sheets on my bed. I had everything rumpled up just the way I like it, and she had the nerve to take advantage of my outdoor escapades to rip the sheets off and start opening windows to “let in some fresh *freezing* air.”
What the heck is wrong with you humans? It’s raining! Time to run and hide under a bush someplace, but wait- it’s WET! Then, I charge inside dripping wet and dart for the nice, warm bed, and all my cozy, rumpled sheets and blankets are gone- being drowned in the washer.
She had a folded set of clean sheets in her hands when she came back into the bedroom to finish carrying out her dastardly deed, but luckily I was able to hop on top of the comforter she had draped across the end of the bed, to let the water drain off my paws. I gave her a look that told her not to mess with me, so she finally decided the sheets could wait, and I got a good nap.
I think I’m going to send that weatherman a big, fat hairball.