Johnny's bench

Smooch and I were both wondering why Johnny was sitting on the fence.

 He didn't seem to be watching anything in particular

and was acting a bit annoyed.

 Finally he came over to the door and drew my attention to the fact that

his bench cushion was dripping wet from the overnight rain.

 I flipped up the cushion to let it dry out.

 JCC: Fat lot of good that's going to do me now.

  JCC: Where am I supposed to take my morning nap?

Smooch: Anwhere but here.