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Daniel Mahoney - 23 May 2008 13:55 GMT

After a couple weeks of lovely weather, another band of thunderstorms
rolled through the area this morning. I didn't think these storms to be at
all memorable - they didn't have any of the dramatic effects of this
winter's storms. But the kitties didn't seem to agree with me.

One of Ranger's biggest duties is keeping sleeping humans safe. This
morning, while Nancy was getting ready for work Ranger was being extra
diligent keeping me safe, curled up tight against my chest. When the
thunder would boom, he would curl up a little bit tighter.

Once both humans are out of bed he patrols the house. This morning,
though, he patrolled closets. While I was upstairs he went into the
bedroom closet, on the top shelf in a box of Nancy's sweaters. I guess he
wanted to make sure no storm greeblings got into his Meowmie's clothes!

A few minutes later I headed downstairs. As soon as I got to the living
room I heard a loud "BOOM" - Ranger jumping off the top shelf in the
closet. Moments later he nonchalantly walking into the living room,
through the living room into the front room, and into the front room
closet. There he stayed until I left the house.

I mentioned before about how Amelia deals with thunder - she sits on the
top basement stair. This morning when I fed the kitties I put there food
down in the usual places - about 3 feet from the basement stairs. Miss
Amelia did NOT want to leave the stairs. She just sat on the top step,
looking forlornly at the nearby food dishes. She made such a sad sight
that I had to put her food dish on the top step with her.

Sammy's way of dealing with scary things is to hide under the dining room
table. This morning was no different- he would come as far as the door
between the dining room and the kitchen but no farther. He too was looking
particularly hungry and scared, so I carried his bowl of food into the
dining room.

Cleo can't be bothered by trivial things like thunder and lightning.
Nothing can be allowed to interfere with her napping!

Harri Roadcat doesn't especially enjoy the storms, but she's ok as long as
she can get her breakfast dish on the kitchen counter where it belongs and
hop into her Paw's arms when she's through eating.

It can be fascinating watching the differences in how kitties deal with
stuff, can't it?

Dan

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alisont - 23 May 2008 14:19 GMT

When Tigger was small and we still had Dunkin the dog, Tigger experienced her
first major thunderstorm. Dunkin had been the victim of a firecracker
carelessly thrown over our fence when he was young so he was terribly afraid
of loud noises expecially thunder. So during this thunderstorm DH and I were
sitting in the living room, Tigger was lounging on the floor, and Dunkin was
attempting to merge with my leg while being comforted and was whimpering and
trembling. Tigger very purposely got up from her nap, and with a disgusted
look, walked over to Duncan, and smacked him across the nose without claws. -
"Get a grip, it's just a storm"

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bastXXXette@sonic.net - 24 May 2008 21:47 GMT

> When Tigger was small and we still had Dunkin the dog, Tigger experienced her
> first major thunderstorm. Dunkin had been the victim of a firecracker
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> look, walked over to Duncan, and smacked him across the nose without claws. -
> "Get a grip, it's just a storm"

Poor Dunkin. A lot of dogs are afraid of loud noises, even if they
didn't have a terrible experience like he did. I can remember being
with some friends and their dogs on or near the 4th of July (Independence
Day holiday marked by official fireworks displays, along with many
illegal fireworks set off for days and sometimes weeks ahead of time,
by people in the neighborhood - and not just kids, either!). One poor
dog was underneath the chair trying to merge with my leg. She was
totally miserable. Some friends even go out of town during that holiday
just to bring their dogs out of the city. People have fireworks everywhere,
but in less dense areas there aren't as many.

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John F. Eldredge - 26 May 2008 19:20 GMT

On Sat, 24 May 2008 20:47:02 +0000, bastXXXette wrote:

> > When Tigger was small and we still had Dunkin the dog, Tigger
> > experienced her first major thunderstorm. Dunkin had been the victim
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> bring their dogs out of the city. People have fireworks everywhere, but
> in less dense areas there aren't as many.

Years ago, I worked for a man who ran a small business out of his house.
He had a dog that was apparently a Doberman/black Labrador mix, and must
have weighed 80 pounds, but had a very sweet personality. She was afraid
of thunderstorms. Every time a thunderstorm came through the
neighborhood, the dog would crawl underneath their bed and howl until the
thunder stopped.

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Kreisleriana - 23 May 2008 17:06 GMT

> After a couple weeks of lovely weather, another band of thunderstorms
> rolled through the area this morning. I didn't think these storms to be at
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>
> Dan

Thunder and firecrackers (!@#$%) are the only loud noises that bother
Stinky. They upset him so much, he does the creepin' Jesus walk down to the
basement and cringes down there. It's heartbreaking to see. He doesn't
much like being alone, so I try to coax him back up-- but down he always
goes. I usually end up down there, petting him, and trying to comfort him.

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