There's nothing worse than wet fur

One of Old Nic's most frequent complaints about me (and he has soooo many!) is that I jump on him in the middle of the night when he's comfortably tucked up in bed. He says I always seem to do it when I've been out in the rain and I'm like a wet sponge. He wonders why I do it. Well there are two reasons really:
1) Because he makes a very satisfying ooooomph sound when I land on his tummy.
2) Because I need to get dry and curling up on the duvet when he's under it is the warmest place to be at night.
Old Nic says that I'll do it once too often one night and I'll find myself back out in the rain with my old suitcase and my collection of furry mice for company.
He doesn't mean it though!