Is it worth going outside when it's raining?

I have been remiss of late and neglected my blog. The reason? Mostly because the weather has been too wet for my paws to type. Even the balcony and my table have been too wet to step onto, let alone my keyboard. And then I wonder is it worth the few steps I must take to survey my garden and keep an eye on the intruders? The rain was too much for a delicate, sophisticat as myself, and would one of those LA pooches have to tiptoe into the rain? Would Britney's pooch or Paris' doodle doggie have to suffer as I do? I decided not. Instead, I nimbly jumped onto the chest of drawers to peer outside. The truth is that I was a little restricted in my view, their curtains obscuring matters below. I tried the window ledge instead but found myself the subject of laughter as I looked like a bride - swathed in white muslin from the irritatingly 90's curtain affair they have erected. This cat is no-one's bride, although I considered for a moment my wedding list - 20,000 packets of Oh So Fishy, ten dozen chickens - cooked then cooled, some smoked salmon sides, a bowl of crisps, some kitnip ( am trying to give it up as it will soon be banned in public spaces..), and how about some lightly poached eggs? Yes, perhaps I could try marriage. A groom you say? I need a groom? I am so very now as you know, therefore I will resist the heterosexual norms we have thrust upon us even in cathood, and decide for myself on my felinesexuality. Nap/nip time. Au revoir.