Poor Quinn

We had one helluva storm yesterday. Truly fantastic! Thunder, lightening, clouds that made it almost as dark as night, and golf-ball sized hail. Nature at her finest.

I was thoroughly enjoying it and about to head to the porch for a better view when I discovered Quinn huddled in a corner, shivering. Huh? I don’t recall him being terrified last fall but he sure was yesterday. Perhaps it was the hail. I must admit it did make quite a racket.

Instead of going outside and indulging myself I ended up sitting on the floor in the hall without any windows and missing the majority of the storm. Quinn isn’t a cat you scoop up and hold so I had to join him and settle for petting him where he was.

I sure hope he gets over this before storm season starts in earnest. I’ll miss storm watching if he doesn’t but his comfort comes first.