Once upon a time I rescued a white kitten, he was semi feral and totally in love with my GSD Sheba. Nobody else could get near him for a good while, he had used up several of his 9 lives already and would only answer to his original name despite being only around 4 months old. As the seasons progressed I found myself out in the garden frantically shouting him to come in as it was snowing and starting to come down thick and fast. After about 2 or 3 minutes I realised that the neighbours probably thought I'd lost the plot.
His name was Snowy.
Recently we've been informed that the UK is in a drought, and it's done nothing but rain since. Which makes it great fun shouting the one and only cat who hates to be inside if there is daylight left....
That's right, in the middle of a downpour or hail shower, I'm in the garden shouting Summer...
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