Storm Claudia was the culmination of a grim week for my cat. Not that she understood that it was impending. Orange warnings went straight over her head as she sat expectantly in front of the kitchen door, expecting it to open of its own accord or me to take the hint. I explained that she wouldn’t like it if I opened the door but she kept staring at it so I did.
A gale force wind came through the gap, flattening her whiskers against her face and she rejected any possibility of an exit, which was just as well, because I wasn’t able to keep the door open.
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