As usual,Ms Lorna looked at the umbrella stand,coat stand and shoe cupboard and then at the television set. Wearily, she decided against her gut instinct, to listen to the weather girl,who so charmingly got the predictions wrong everyday!

With her dimpled smile,the weather girl's forecast predicted heavy showers,snow,icy winds,sleet and rolling clouds of grey.

Looking at Mia stretched on the sunny window sill,Ms Lorna finally took a long delayed decision.This stray, blinking sleepily at her, was the true weather cat. The electronic media couldn't steal the thunder from Mia. From that moment,she was the winner,hands down,to be the weather girl in Lorna's house.There was no doubt that an audition for this coveted post was necessary.

How much time and needless effort she had wasted,mesmerized by the rectangular tube,when all that was required was to observe Mia's dainty movements.

Like a bolt of lightening,she had found her 'purfect' anchor. With Mia,there was no flailing about,talking at breakneck speed, about all that could go wrong. A keen observation of an unassuming feline, as she leisurely stretched between catnaps and moved to different temperature zones,gave a precise forecast for this Londoner.

Like many of her ilk come heaven or high water she had grown too accustomed to blindly trusting that humans knew it all.