Joy wrote:

Pickles and Waffles - especially Waffles - are NOT happy! It has been
raining here, and we're getting the occasional thunderstorm. When the
thunder booms, or the rain suddenly becomes a downpour, they don't like it.
I've had one or the other of them on my lap quite a bit this morning. At
one point, Waffles came in to where I'm sitting at the computer, and his
eyes were so dilated I could hardly see the irises. After a spell on my
lap, the pupils decreased in size, but they're still pretty large. A while
ago, he was in the hallway when thunder boomed. He looked anxiously at the
ceiling. It has quieted down now, and so has he. He's sleeping now,
probably exhausted from all that adrenaline.

We had a huge thunderstorm last night! It went on for quite a while,
which is unusual. It was very loud, as though the storm was right over
my head, and maybe it was.

Predictably, Licky was rattled by it. Even Roxy, who is usually pretty
mellow, looked uneasy. Every time the thunder rumbled and banged over our
heads, cat ears would start swiveling all over the place. Licky looked
poised to bolt, but he didn't. I believe that had something to do with
it being dinner time. I did notice that neither of them missed out
on that.


--
Joyce

What I look forward to, is continued immaturity, followed by death.
-- Dave Barry