Amos, it turns out, really hates, I mean like abhors, the wind and wet. Which means, as he lets us know on a daily basis, that he is decidedly not a fan of Dutch fall and winter. Spring won’t be any better, but I haven’t mentioned that to him yet. If we let him snooze in his favorite chair all day he tends to get restless and meow a lot at night. So out he goes. It doesn’t mean he has to like it, though.
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