On Friday we had a very minor and fleeting rain storm. We've had some much more ferocious ones during the past couple of weeks and I guess that has Harry on heightened alert. Usually a cool character, he doesn't like thunder. He usually does not get up on the furniture. We allow him to, and actually encourage it, but he has arthritic hips and is usually self-limiting. The exception is when we have a storm. Then he wants to be very close to one of us and seems particularly comforted by being on the sofa or the bed. However, we had never seen him get up in this relatively small chair before. As you can see, DH was sitting in the next chair and Harry decided he wanted to be near him, even though I was on the roomier sofa and beckoned him to come sit by me. He quickly and gracefully got up in the chair. At 80 lbs., he barely fit!
He managed to turn himself around till he was facing backwards over the chair.
Then he laid down with his back to the rest of the world. I had never seen anything like this, so I had to take some photos!
At a certain point he decided to get off of the chair. I thought he was going to fall over backwards, but he managed to turn himself around without falling off. Then, a moment later, another distant rumble of thunder and he was back on the chair. This time facing forward. Meg gets a little apprehensive, but you can see she was content to stay on the floor. That is until Harry got off the final time. Then, she had to jump up on the chair and smell where he'd been!
Just another Friday night at home. . .
Just another Friday night at home. . .
6 comments:
Harry seems a bit harried.
Awww, poor Harry! Both Harry and Meg's coats look so soft and silky. How often do you brush them?
For some reason the cats don't seem to be bothered much by storms. My first cat Bill was the only one and he was a rain predictor as he would start doing his "belly" walking crouched down a good half hour before it would start raining. I think the change in the air pressure bothered him the most.
Poor Harry. The look in his eyes, and his mouth being open, speaks to his internal terror. He looks in pose so like our dog who also hates thunderstorms. She keeps looking for the best of hiding places--she has decided the bathroom is the best place: dark, quiet and relatively thunder free.
Poor Harry! What a baby. Your dogs looks so fluffy and I don't see Harry weighing 80!
We go through the same thing, Cathie. My younger Bella doesn't flinch during the worst T-storms but hates going out in the rain. Chloe, the eldest, has decided to freak over T-storms during the past year or two and you can hear her teeth chatter in fright. She trembles and we don't sleep until it's over.
Yes, I know about dogs and storms. Interesting...but tiring.
Thanks for sharing something similar to what we all endure during storms :o)
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Ha ha, A/C!
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