The crew that manned the weather station run from Rock's front bedroom and bathroom had employed Joe, Rock's cat, to become a meaningful device in their measurements of barometric pressure and the like. The forecast had called for high winds throughout Friday, and it was clear to the other weathermen from the way Joe stuck his head through the screen from the bed's bookshelf headboard that it was indeed windy out. All Rock knew was his cat was hungry.
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