The Adventures of EclectiKat

Thunderstorms all day

Zaya is afraid of the thunder and lightning, so he is somewhere in the house, hiding.  His previous sub-coffee-table location was deemed not safe enough after he emerged to drink the leftover milk at the bottom of the cereal bowl and realized he could still hear everything.  He was never scared before, but I think that has something to do with the windows being open when one of the bolts nearly came down in the middle of our street.  Poor kitty.