Persia is terrified of thunder.  She hides in the closet.  Well, it's
storming again this morning but it's almost time for her to be fed so she
has ventured out of the closet a couple of times to meow at me.  Then the
thunder booms again and she runs back into the closet.  It's too funny!

I think she expects me to bring her highness her food in the closet!  Sorry,
not going there, dear.  It's just noisy weather; if you want to eat you have
to do it where I do.  I might even give you some milk. :)

I swear, you'd think she was starving rather than being "fluffy" like she
is.  Don't blame her about the weather, though.  It's nasty again.  Still,
one thing you can count on.  It doesn't rain when there are tornadoes (is
Pat listening?)

Jill