Turns out the cat didn’t get so wet after all.
The cat went out into a dark and stormy night. When I finally saw him a few hours later, he was by the basement door. So I opened the basement door. The cat ran up to the usual door. While I hurried back up to open the cat-approved door, he sat there in the rain, only to stroll in perfectly dry. He gets wetter grooming himself.
This is ridiculous. Why did he bother to go out if he was going to sit under a bush?
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