Still raining

It's still raining. Mom and Dad came home from work and it was pouring down rain. And what do they expect us to do? Go outside and go potty. Sometimes I wish I could speak human because I would have said, "Are you insane? I don't want to go outside in this! It's raining cats and bunnies!" So, brilliant parents that they are, Dad decides that he'll go outside with us. So he takes his socks and shoes off and outside we go. Mom, of course, afraid of melting, stood at the door and laughed at us. Here is a video of our misery which displays Mom laughing uncontrollably at us.

Can you believe her? And then she had the nerve to keep us at the door to dry us off with a towel. I prefer to shake, thank you very much. Apparently she doesn't like me to shake all over the furniture and floor. Well, if you don't want me to shake, then don't make me go outside when it's raining! As further evidence of my abuse, Dad threw a towel on my head and instead of rescuing me, Mom stood there taking pictures.
I am sorry for being so cranky. All this rain has me in a bad mood. I hope it stops soon. I don't know how much more I can take.


Rain, rain, go away