Sammy's new hiding place

On Tue, 20 Apr 2004 18:08:22 -0500, Steve Touchstone
wrote:

I written before about Sammy and thunderstorms. She starts making
herself scarce long before I see the first flash or hear any thunder.
When I wake to the fact that a storm is rolling in and she's hiding, I
find her and tell her everything is ok.

Well, spring is coming to Oklahoma, which means so are the storms. We
had one last night, and I looked high and low but couldn't find her
latest storm shelter for the longest time. Finally, while I searched
the bedroom for the umpteenth time, I saw a bump move under the
bedspread when there was a particularly loud clap of thunder. So, I
knelt down and stuck my head under the spread and talked to her for a
while. Before long she was actually purring, but definitely not
considering coming out of her newfound saferoom.

Little Bit and Rocky aren't bothered in the least by thunder. Rocky
doesn't seem to even notice them, and Little Bit lays in the window to
watch the show (unless of course there's hail - which is a whole other
story). They followed me around the apartment, no doubt wondering why
I was going around calling Sammy when there were two cats right out in
the open who were willing to be cuddled.

Once I found Sam, Little Bit settled on top of the bookcase where she
could laugh at the crazy hoomin talking with his head under the
blanket. Rocky came up and started pawing at my side to let me know he
was right there and looking for scritches.

I went and made sure everything was turned off, got a book, and
crawled into bed. Sammy was glad to see me back, and promptly came
over and wrapped her front paws around my leg. Once she realised I had
my hand under the covers she came up and rested her head on my hand -
she doesn't really like to be cuddled, but likes contact.

I must have fallen asleep, because about 1 Sammy woke me up crawling
over me to go check the food bowl. The storm was over, so I turned out
the lights and went back to sleep.

Under the bedspread is where TuTu hides when we have thunderstorms ,
She has been doing this for several years. The first time she did it,
I was a long time finding her.

On Wed, 21 Apr 2004 11:37:04 -0600, m. L. Briggs
yodeled:

On Tue, 20 Apr 2004 18:08:22 -0500, Steve Touchstone
wrote:

I written before about Sammy and thunderstorms. She starts making
herself scarce long before I see the first flash or hear any thunder.
When I wake to the fact that a storm is rolling in and she's hiding, I
find her and tell her everything is ok.

Well, spring is coming to Oklahoma, which means so are the storms. We
had one last night, and I looked high and low but couldn't find her
latest storm shelter for the longest time. Finally, while I searched
the bedroom for the umpteenth time, I saw a bump move under the
bedspread when there was a particularly loud clap of thunder. So, I
knelt down and stuck my head under the spread and talked to her for a
while. Before long she was actually purring, but definitely not
considering coming out of her newfound saferoom.

Little Bit and Rocky aren't bothered in the least by thunder. Rocky
doesn't seem to even notice them, and Little Bit lays in the window to
watch the show (unless of course there's hail - which is a whole other
story). They followed me around the apartment, no doubt wondering why
I was going around calling Sammy when there were two cats right out in
the open who were willing to be cuddled.

Once I found Sam, Little Bit settled on top of the bookcase where she
could laugh at the crazy hoomin talking with his head under the
blanket. Rocky came up and started pawing at my side to let me know he
was right there and looking for scritches.

I went and made sure everything was turned off, got a book, and
crawled into bed. Sammy was glad to see me back, and promptly came
over and wrapped her front paws around my leg. Once she realised I had
my hand under the covers she came up and rested her head on my hand -
she doesn't really like to be cuddled, but likes contact.

I must have fallen asleep, because about 1 Sammy woke me up crawling
over me to go check the food bowl. The storm was over, so I turned out
the lights and went back to sleep.

Under the bedspread is where TuTu hides when we have thunderstorms ,
She has been doing this for several years. The first time she did it,
I was a long time finding her.

Stinky goes to the basement. When I come down to check on him, he
flings himself into my arms ("MOMMY!"), and sticks to my front.
Sometimes I try to bring him back upstairs, but he won't go. So I
often just sit out the storm downstairs with him, holding him.




Theresa
alt.tv.frasier FAQ: http://www.im-listening.net/FAQ/

Single-mindedness is all very well in cows or baboons; in an animal
claiming to belong to the same species as Shakespeare it is simply disgraceful.
(Aldous Huxley)

On Wed, 21 Apr 2004 11:37:04 -0600, m. L. Briggs
yodeled:

On Tue, 20 Apr 2004 18:08:22 -0500, Steve Touchstone
wrote:

I written before about Sammy and thunderstorms. She starts making
herself scarce long before I see the first flash or hear any thunder.
When I wake to the fact that a storm is rolling in and she's hiding, I
find her and tell her everything is ok.

Well, spring is coming to Oklahoma, which means so are the storms. We
had one last night, and I looked high and low but couldn't find her
latest storm shelter for the longest time. Finally, while I searched
the bedroom for the umpteenth time, I saw a bump move under the
bedspread when there was a particularly loud clap of thunder. So, I
knelt down and stuck my head under the spread and talked to her for a
while. Before long she was actually purring, but definitely not
considering coming out of her newfound saferoom.

Little Bit and Rocky aren't bothered in the least by thunder. Rocky
doesn't seem to even notice them, and Little Bit lays in the window to
watch the show (unless of course there's hail - which is a whole other
story). They followed me around the apartment, no doubt wondering why
I was going around calling Sammy when there were two cats right out in
the open who were willing to be cuddled.

Once I found Sam, Little Bit settled on top of the bookcase where she
could laugh at the crazy hoomin talking with his head under the
blanket. Rocky came up and started pawing at my side to let me know he
was right there and looking for scritches.

I went and made sure everything was turned off, got a book, and
crawled into bed. Sammy was glad to see me back, and promptly came
over and wrapped her front paws around my leg. Once she realised I had
my hand under the covers she came up and rested her head on my hand -
she doesn't really like to be cuddled, but likes contact.

I must have fallen asleep, because about 1 Sammy woke me up crawling
over me to go check the food bowl. The storm was over, so I turned out
the lights and went back to sleep.

Under the bedspread is where TuTu hides when we have thunderstorms ,
She has been doing this for several years. The first time she did it,
I was a long time finding her.

Stinky goes to the basement. When I come down to check on him, he
flings himself into my arms ("MOMMY!"), and sticks to my front.
Sometimes I try to bring him back upstairs, but he won't go. So I
often just sit out the storm downstairs with him, holding him.




Theresa
alt.tv.frasier FAQ: http://www.im-listening.net/FAQ/

Single-mindedness is all very well in cows or baboons; in an animal
claiming to belong to the same species as Shakespeare it is simply disgraceful.
(Aldous Huxley)

Steve Touchstone wrote:

Well, spring is coming to Oklahoma, which means so are the storms...
...I saw a bump move under the bedspread when there was a particularly
loud clap of thunder. So, I knelt down and stuck my head under the
spread and talked to her for a while. Before long she was actually
purring, but definitely not considering coming out of her newfound
saferoom.

Awww, you're a good cat dad. She obviously trusts you.

Little Bit settled on top of the bookcase where she could laugh at
the crazy hoomin talking with his head under the blanket.

LOL - that's a funny image.

I went and made sure everything was turned off, got a book, and
crawled into bed. Sammy was glad to see me back, and promptly came
over and wrapped her front paws around my leg. Once she realised I had
my hand under the covers she came up and rested her head on my hand -
she doesn't really like to be cuddled, but likes contact.

She's a sweetheart!

Joyce

Steve Touchstone wrote:

Well, spring is coming to Oklahoma, which means so are the storms...
...I saw a bump move under the bedspread when there was a particularly
loud clap of thunder. So, I knelt down and stuck my head under the
spread and talked to her for a while. Before long she was actually
purring, but definitely not considering coming out of her newfound
saferoom.

Awww, you're a good cat dad. She obviously trusts you.

Little Bit settled on top of the bookcase where she could laugh at
the crazy hoomin talking with his head under the blanket.

LOL - that's a funny image.

I went and made sure everything was turned off, got a book, and
crawled into bed. Sammy was glad to see me back, and promptly came
over and wrapped her front paws around my leg. Once she realised I had
my hand under the covers she came up and rested her head on my hand -
she doesn't really like to be cuddled, but likes contact.

She's a sweetheart!

Joyce

Cute story, Steve!
Christine
"Steve Touchstone" wrote in message
...
I written before about Sammy and thunderstorms. She starts making
herself scarce long before I see the first flash or hear any thunder.
When I wake to the fact that a storm is rolling in and she's hiding, I
find her and tell her everything is ok.

Well, spring is coming to Oklahoma, which means so are the storms. We
had one last night, and I looked high and low but couldn't find her
latest storm shelter for the longest time. Finally, while I searched
the bedroom for the umpteenth time, I saw a bump move under the
bedspread when there was a particularly loud clap of thunder. So, I
knelt down and stuck my head under the spread and talked to her for a
while. Before long she was actually purring, but definitely not
considering coming out of her newfound saferoom.

Little Bit and Rocky aren't bothered in the least by thunder. Rocky
doesn't seem to even notice them, and Little Bit lays in the window to
watch the show (unless of course there's hail - which is a whole other
story). They followed me around the apartment, no doubt wondering why
I was going around calling Sammy when there were two cats right out in
the open who were willing to be cuddled.

Once I found Sam, Little Bit settled on top of the bookcase where she
could laugh at the crazy hoomin talking with his head under the
blanket. Rocky came up and started pawing at my side to let me know he
was right there and looking for scritches.

I went and made sure everything was turned off, got a book, and
crawled into bed. Sammy was glad to see me back, and promptly came
over and wrapped her front paws around my leg. Once she realised I had
my hand under the covers she came up and rested her head on my hand -
she doesn't really like to be cuddled, but likes contact.

I must have fallen asleep, because about 1 Sammy woke me up crawling
over me to go check the food bowl. The storm was over, so I turned out
the lights and went back to sleep.
--
Steve Touchstone,
faithful servant of Sammy, Little Bit and Rocky

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Cute story, Steve!
Christine
"Steve Touchstone" wrote in message
...
I written before about Sammy and thunderstorms. She starts making
herself scarce long before I see the first flash or hear any thunder.
When I wake to the fact that a storm is rolling in and she's hiding, I
find her and tell her everything is ok.

Well, spring is coming to Oklahoma, which means so are the storms. We
had one last night, and I looked high and low but couldn't find her
latest storm shelter for the longest time. Finally, while I searched
the bedroom for the umpteenth time, I saw a bump move under the
bedspread when there was a particularly loud clap of thunder. So, I
knelt down and stuck my head under the spread and talked to her for a
while. Before long she was actually purring, but definitely not
considering coming out of her newfound saferoom.

Little Bit and Rocky aren't bothered in the least by thunder. Rocky
doesn't seem to even notice them, and Little Bit lays in the window to
watch the show (unless of course there's hail - which is a whole other
story). They followed me around the apartment, no doubt wondering why
I was going around calling Sammy when there were two cats right out in
the open who were willing to be cuddled.

Once I found Sam, Little Bit settled on top of the bookcase where she
could laugh at the crazy hoomin talking with his head under the
blanket. Rocky came up and started pawing at my side to let me know he
was right there and looking for scritches.

I went and made sure everything was turned off, got a book, and
crawled into bed. Sammy was glad to see me back, and promptly came
over and wrapped her front paws around my leg. Once she realised I had
my hand under the covers she came up and rested her head on my hand -
she doesn't really like to be cuddled, but likes contact.

I must have fallen asleep, because about 1 Sammy woke me up crawling
over me to go check the food bowl. The storm was over, so I turned out
the lights and went back to sleep.
--
Steve Touchstone,
faithful servant of Sammy, Little Bit and Rocky

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On Wed, 21 Apr 2004 11:37:04 -0600, m. L. Briggs
wrote:

Under the bedspread is where TuTu hides when we have thunderstorms ,
She has been doing this for several years. The first time she did it,
I was a long time finding her.

I'm kind of hoping Sammy will adopt the bedspread and her permanent
hiding spot. Like I said in my OP, it took me forever to find her, but
once I did it was comfortable laying in bed, and she was happy. Her
worse ever hiding place was climbing inside the recliner. I was afraid
she get caught in the mechanism sometime when I didn't know she was
there.
--
Steve Touchstone,
faithful servant of Sammy, Little Bit and Rocky

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On Wed, 21 Apr 2004 11:37:04 -0600, m. L. Briggs
wrote:

Under the bedspread is where TuTu hides when we have thunderstorms ,
She has been doing this for several years. The first time she did it,
I was a long time finding her.

I'm kind of hoping Sammy will adopt the bedspread and her permanent
hiding spot. Like I said in my OP, it took me forever to find her, but
once I did it was comfortable laying in bed, and she was happy. Her
worse ever hiding place was climbing inside the recliner. I was afraid
she get caught in the mechanism sometime when I didn't know she was
there.
--
Steve Touchstone,
faithful servant of Sammy, Little Bit and Rocky

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