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.