Sammy heard it all, though, and my husband attempted to let me inside the house. During our consultation Cow hissed at Sammy while Sammy jumped up against the screen door in an attempt to show how much he missed me. With a plan of action, I went down the walkway to the back door. Like a good cat, Cow followed me. But then again, Cow may have wanted out of the rain.
Husband and I consulted again through a second screen door. Cow continued to rub against my legs. Sammy continued to jump. The plan was executed.
I went down the driveway and the sidewalk. Cow pranced in front of me with tail held high to lead the way. At the steps to our front porch I made a split second decision to go back down the sidewalk and up the front steps to the original door. The screen door was opening when Cow realized a double-back was necessary. Underneath our crabapple tree Cow meowed in protest. Hubby was at the front door wondering why he could hear Cow but not see the poor thing. I told hubby Cow was welcome to take shelter on our front porch but could not come inside.
Maybe Cow just wanted my Taco Bell.