This morning, quite a bit before dawn, it rained again. Actually it was almost a storm with distant lightning and thunder. Leo and I had slept all night. I think it has helped both of us that once again he's stopped crawling up beside me on the couch* and sleeping. He's back to sleeping in my chair at the dining room table.
I'm not sure why he's stopped sleeping beside me on the couch. I suspect it is because he saw me taking vitamins and mistook that for flea pills. Likely, assuming he has me infected, his job is done. The joke's on him. I'm still flea free.
Anyway I woke up totally rested and ready to make myself a more sane and interesting person. Lots of luck with that I say to myself as distant lightning lit up the sky. Thunder, wind and rain followed, severe enough that I cut most electrical things off. Including, if unintentional, my brain. Leo had seemed in no hurry to go outside until he heard the thunder and rain. At that point knowing he couldn't, he stood at the door and meow'd to get outside. At the risk of bodily injury, I opened the door to show him what frightful things Mother Nature was doing. He stood there for a moment, turned his head toward me and meow'd loudly as if to say, "why are you doing this again?"
I get blamed for everything. The weather, the fleas, the ticks and today boredom, because he can't go outside. And it is not just Leo, the kids do it too. And the relatives! Well, some of 'em.
I'm fed up! For the rest of this month, at every opportunity, I'm going to launch a tirade about assigning blame and fault. I might have tee shirts printed up saying "NO, I did not cause your [insert problem].
*Yes I do have beds which are sleep capable. My use for them is limited to dying and, as Adrian put it in a comment, carnal frolic. Since I've grown weary lately of chasing frolicky women and show no signs of impending death I have little use for the beds.
For those people who are hygienically sensitive, I do put sheets on the couch and change them regularly.