Dewey Kitty rang the bell this morning, and I let him outside.
A few minutes later, when I opened the door to take the dogs out, Dewey Kitty darted inside.
It was raining, not the sit-on-the-back-porch-and-listen-rain, but the cold, windy rain of November.
When the dogs and I returned to the house, Dewey Kitty glanced outside and retreated into the hallway.
Ten minutes later, he rang the bell again. Surely it had stopped raining.
After that glance outside, he turned into the make-lemonade type guy.
He curled up in my lap and went to sleep.