We recently got some very unexpected and very loud thunderstorms! Southern California rarely get any thunderstorms. I grew up in Michigan and I love and miss them. The storm started around 7:30 AM while Grampy and I were watching our morning news. They even broke into the cable broadcast with a weather alert for severe thunderstorms and the chance of hail. We never got any of the hail but we sure got plenty of the thunder.
What makes this story so funny is that we live within hearing distance of Disneyland. We hear the fireworks every night at about 9:30 and the cats are completely oblivious to the noise. But when that first clap of thunder hit that morning Twiggy went tail tucked running to get under Amara’s bed. Twursula was just pacing the house crying. It was so pathetic and you couldn’t comfort her. Within minutes it starts raining and I’m closing the sliding glass door to the patio when here comes Shebee, who seems totally unaware of any storm, and she has a bird in her mouth! I wouldn’t let her in (because of the bird) and she didn’t care. She played with that bird for 10 minutes or so throwing it up in the air while Twiggy still hid and Twursula still cried! And then she somehow got the doggy door open and in she burst with her bird! I guess I hadn’t put the panel all the way in the doggy door and she pushed it up and out of her way. I grabbed Shebee and Grampy grabbed the bird and it is alive! He took the bird out front while I securely locked the doggy door with everyone inside and he let it go. I am so glad we were here to intervene.
Later that morning Rich caught Twursula on video when he was jumping rope. It had stopped thundering and raining so he had gone out. You can see Twursula come out the doggy door very hesitantly and get about 2 feet when thunder loudly cracks again. She heads back inside so fast!
You have to wonder why the noise bothers some cats and dogs and not others.