My two furries always appoint me chief entertainment officer when the weather is crap but especially when it rains.
I love them to death really I do but the constant demands for various doors and windows being opened (just in case the sun has appeared at some random opening in the house), the faces that say 'wtf? it's STILL raining human')
The demands for cardboard boxes, pieces of string dragged around the room, cat-nip toys, snacks and cuddles to alleviate boredom are wearing me out now.
They're playing me like the soft hearted fiddle I am :)