You might not think so, but this is one of my most passionate moments. I am full of action, metaphorically speaking. This action is an internal event. I am observing the situation. Water is falling from above, which is a feline problem. It is the transition from above and below that causes the problems of differing balance. Are you with me? Does not matter, it is difficult to express the feline basics to mere humans who tend to lose the logical connections on the way.
It is raining, the rain is falling and under negative circumstances could fall on my fur. This is one of the reasons I generally remain in a sheltered resting position. If I was passionately pawing around in the garden, my fur would become wet, would stick togeher, and might even begin to smell. Not that it is dirty, I am a very lean cat, but due to biological processes, damp fur smells. Have a lick before and after each meal, and sometimes in between, I am always clean. Falling water is not advantageous to my perfect biological constitution. We felines are not designed for rain. This is the reaon why we decide to reduce all movements and absorb the atomosphere in a dormant position.
At this very moment I am observing the development of the falling water and have come to the conclusion that eventually it will stop. It is then that I will attack with a passion. you see the bowl, filling with the falling water. This water is special, has flavours that cannot be compared to the water that a human usually serves. It bring the flavours of the clouds and the substances from other dimensions. What is beyond the clouds? That is the essence of the rain vintage. Secret elements evolve and diffuse bringing flavours that no human has ever been able to taste. Rain is the premium grand cru of water. There is a passion in the precision of the rain clouds.