Now that we are well into spring, the weather has at last changed. (Ignore today when the temperature dropped to eight degrees Celsius, and I had to wear gloves while bicycling.) The previous days have been warm, and when clouds gather for rain, they sometimes gather for thunderstorms, too.
My beasts don’t care for thunder. I’m sure that’s a common feeling in households all through the Cat Blogosphere. This one was probably the biggest of the season so far and, while it was not that tremendous, we haven’t heard much thunder this year, so the cats over-reacted somewhat.
The boys decided that the bedroom was the safest place. Tucker was under the bed until I coaxed him out, and then he stayed quite flat on top of it. At least they didn’t scurry downstairs to the basement. That is their last resort when afraid.
Josie was unnerved by the storm. She isn’t usually as frightened as Renn and Tucker but, as I wrote above, she may have forgotten about electrical storms from last year. This one may have caught her unawares. Here she is behind the armchair, trying to be inconspicuous, in case the thunder comes calling closer to home.
And here is Tungsten, showing how terrified she is. My little tigress.