It’s raining. It’s pouring. And Missy wants to go out.
“Don’t be silly, ” Barry tells her. “You would not like it out there.”
But Missy is sure that she would. And she is very sure that she wants to try. She stands by the door, her tail quivering with passion, as she voices her desires.
With cats, as well as people, some things are best learned by experience. So Barry picks up the demanding little feline and carries her through the door. There he holds her out so that she can experience rain for herself.
He was right: she does not like it. When the first drops hit her coat, she jumps, then twists her body and grabs on to Barry with every claw and all her might.
Back inside, she sits in the window. But for the rest of the day, she does not even suggest going out.
Who is a loving God like Thee,
To guard my path so carefully;
Protecting every step I take,
Sustaining me for mercy’s sake?
And though I often have accused
And felt myself to be abused,
You hold me up to see the rain,
Then bring me safe inside again.