Last night I put our cat Sydney outside when I got home from the golf tournament. I forgot to bring him inside before the storms started. At 5:30 am I got up to make Audrey a bottle when I happened to glance out the back door. There was Sydney, standing on his back two legs, pawing at the glass as though he were on fire escaping a pack of wild wolves. I opened the door and he practically fell inside, mewling like crazy and sprinting to his room to eat and drink.

As soon as I stopped laughing at his pitiful state, I felt bad.

Heh heh.