Great storm yesterday. Puddled up the balcony, which is unprecedented since we've been here. Thunder became a constant roar, microburst winds all over the place. Moby hid deep in the closet. Today when it just rained, he wandered the kitchen, looking for something. Unfortunately, we had to use the dryer, so we put Moby's bed in the kitchen nearby in the hopes he'd find that a suitable alternative. He did.