Scary times for little cats. We’re headed into another summer thunderstorm season in central Florida. When the skies rumble loud and low enough to feel it in the house, the animals hunker down. Lucy was heads up looking around until the thunderclap arrived, and then she wiggled down into the cushions on my deep leather chair, wrapping her tail up under her chin.
It’s coming up on six years since she walked in through our front door. But I don’t think she’ll ever forget being turned out by her former owner to fend for herself. I don’t think it’s anthropomorphism on my part to express this for her.