And it rained.
It rained so hard that it woke Lulu up from her nest of comfy jackets up in Martha's room.
It rained so hard that it woke Trotter up from his warm and snug place at the bottom of Lara's bed.
It rained so hard that even Fing was disturbed from his super dulux cat cushion, with heated pillows and a teas maid, underneath the bed.
But not Tutz.
Tutz with her eyes like saucers was watching the deluge and wishing she was outside in the precipitation. She looked with longing as the big fat raindrops hit the ground so hard that they bounced a foot back up in the air. She was tranfixed by the wind blowing the raindrops so fast they almost looked like a blizzard.
Tutz imagines that she is Gene Kelly and is singing and dancing in the rain.
