I start panting and sidle up close to mom.
What’s wrong Fudges?
She gives my ear a scratch.
Is it time for your pill already… noooo.
I give her the nose.
Move your legs – I’ll just cozy up here under your desk with you.
She looks at me – but there’s no space my woof.
And it’s still sunny outside.
The weather is fine.
Ohhhh…
It’s coming, don’t you worry.
I give up trying to squoosh us all under her desk.
She’s right, there’s a most inconvenient bar in the way.
Was I a tad younger I might have had a go at gnawing it off, but my fangs are not quite as fearsome any longer.
Sure enough, the sky gets all dark and gloomy and starts to rumble and shake – in my head anyway.
Then there is a brilliant flash and that Thunderdog bellows in the sky.
Ralph comes skidding into the bedroom – whiskers twitching, eyes wild.
He’s not a fan of the Thunderdog either.
He scrambles onto mom’s lap.
She has to move her chair back – there’s no space for both of them under the desk either.
I scuttle around the bed and dive into my box.
Must say – my box is not too shabby now.
In the beginning it was horrible.
Mom had put a mat in which I could scrunch into position, but every time I moved the whole box made a lot of noise.
Then she got the idea to cover the box with a duvet and put a big fat cushion in it.
Thought it might be a bit hot , but it’s nice and cozy and also a bit soundproofed.
Almost as good as being under the bed.
Sometimes Ralph intrudes, which is just rude – especially when he claims the fat bit of the cushion.
Edge – the grey kitty – does not particularly like the noise either and burrows under Em’s material boxes when he hears the first roar.
Sjoe, says mom. What a bunch of sissies you furries are.
Just smell this rain – it’s delicious.
Delicious!
My woggley whiskers – now she’s really losing it.
Come inside immediately woman and close that balcony door.
She hangs over the railing and catches some raindrops.
Then a bolt of lightning cracks nearby and the ferocious growl of that mutt in the sky even makes mom jump.
Yah!
