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.
5 comments:
sometimes the only sensible option is to hide in the closet
My cat doesn't have a bed.
Rosie,
Quite right.
Phil,
Moby doesn't use his much, but we got it when we knew he wouldn't have anything of his own after a move - except this. And at that point he did seem to like it best. Otherwise, we knew he preferred our bed. But not so much the Aerobed we were to have until the stuff arrived.
Ah, you had storms, too! Believe me, Edward only tolerates them when they drive the dreaded heat away. And even then, he likes to make certain he's snuggled up next to me when they occur. However, he would not take kindly to being classified as "scared".
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:)
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