I love the sunshine, feeling it warm upon my fur and turning ginger to spun gold. The grass is soft beneath my feet. It is pleasant to be outside, enjoying my domain.
I love the cheeky robin who sits atop a tree just out of reach. I know he is teasing, but I can close my eyes and imagine climbing the tree one day.
I snooze, lost in pleasant dreams.
But what's this? Water is pouring from the sky and drenching my beautiful fur!
My slave calls, ‚ÄĚCome in out of the rain, Harry!‚ÄĚ
Thankfully, I retreat within the house.