Loco sleeps on the terrace, usually in his camp chair. Loco hates rain. Often we'll be sound asleep when Loco will slap his paw against the screen - "Hey, let me in! There's rain out here!". But at 4:30 am this morning, we heard it first, and had to wake up Loco to come in. Normally he eases himself out of that chair with a good stretch - back legs splayed out behind and pink tongue curling out of his mouth - I think his length doubles during his stretches. But this morning, he popped out of that chair like a cork out of a champagne bottle. Wouldn't want to get hit by a stray drop of rain!
Now we're all down in the living room, sipping coffee and eating Oreo cookies (actually, Loco and Minina are not involved in the coffee or cookies). We've checked the latest hurricane status and, reassured that we are not in the path of the hurricane winds, we'll probably crawl back into bed for a bit. It only rained for a minute, although I know more is coming our way. So a good day to just stay indoors and find a hobby. I love weekends!