At around 8:15pm, while I was outside with Callie, it had started to drizzle. She looked around for somewhere to hide under (she even looked at the back door), but there wasn't anywhere to go. Seeing that she didn't like to get wet by the droplets of rain, I finally asked her if she wanted to go home so she wouldn't get wet, but she didn't seem to want to leave. Then I asked her if she wanted to go and hide under the patio table, at least until the rain passes. She looked over at the direction of where the table was, meowed, took a few steps, but then came back to me. I asked again, but this time I added a begging tone. Suddenly, she turned around and started walking towards the table again, but this time she actually made it all the way under it. I quietly watched her sniff around, thinking that she'd come right back, but to my surprise, she didn't! Seconds later, I went back inside the house (because I don't like getting wet either) and peeked out the patio door curtains and saw her lying down under the table, completely dry.