Stormy Weather and Adaptability

Yesterday brought the first of what promises to be many summer thunderstorms for us. I love it! The storms seem to drop the temperatures considerably and they make an amazing display in sight and sound. So. Cal. didn't offer enough weather for me.

Monte is not similarly enamored of the storms. He's a Southern California cat to the core. He disappeared when the first storm began and only reappeared in the lulls between storms. His tail was low and he sort of slunk around as if trying to be invisible. Once, later in the evening, we found him hunkered down in one of the bathtubs with a wet underbelly. Monte hates to get wet, but apparently the damp bathtub was the best place to hide... second only to a nice cozy spot on Daddy's lap where he spent the remainder of the harrowing night.

MooMoo, on the other hand, started with the first crash of thunder, but then ran to the window to try to find the noise. She was cool as a cucumber, no matter what the weather threatened. She seemed to regard the storm as beneath her notice in the long run. She was safe, happy, and she wanted her dinner, darn it!

I suppose we can draw some sort of moral lesson from the cats. When big, noisy, flashy circumstances present themselves -- especially new and disconcerting ones -- we can either hunker down in the bathtub and try to disappear or go about life with the same vigor and resolve... and wonder what's for dinner. Me, I prefer a good soak (especially in my nice big master bath tub!), but there's something to be said for the MooMoo method. A lot, really.

So... I promise: once I have a nice soak with Mr. Bubble, I'll get back to business.