rain drops aren't falling on my head

it's raining cats and dogs. ok, not cats. my cat is at home, probably all curled up on a chair, warm and sleepy. i, though, had to dodge big rain drops falling from the trees and sky. ick. i ransacked the apartment looking for my little friend. no, not that friend. for my umbrella. and not just any umbrella. a black hammacher schlemmer wind-defying 44" auto-open stick umbrella with a life-time guarantee. it retains its shape in winds of up to 35 miles per hour thanks to its patented vented mesh system. but somehow i couldn't find it, so i grabbed todd's camel-colored walgreens umbrella and braved the ever-increasing raindrops. miraculously, i survived, and so did my hair. phew. but how great it would be to be a cat today, minus the seafood and poulty diet and habit of licking oneself instead of taking real showers. and there's that whole walking around in just your fur thing.