Happy adoption day to Buffy!

Coincidentally, my Pirate and Eddy were also adopted on June 2nd, but in
2017 at ages 7 and 8.

Cats are funny. Most of the time my cats (all 5) don't care about rain or
thunder. Some will sit in the window against the screen and watch the rain.
My former two, Mooch and Smoochie, would hide at the first drop of rain.

As for the doorbell, it rings so very seldom nobody likes it, especially me,
LOL.

But if I see the mail lady coming and wait at the door, 2 of my youngest
always want scritches form her :-)

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bill n.

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"jmcquown" wrote in message ...

On June 2, 2015, I adopted Buffy. Wow, where did the time go? She went
from being a timid cat who expected another cat to jump out at any
minute and not let her eat to a confident, loving, engaging cat.
Playing with toys and very much out of her shell in just a matter of a
day or two. She owns this place (and me).

She's still a tad jumpy sometimes. If the television is on and a show
has a doorbell that sounds like mine, she startles. I say, "It's on TV"
and she relaxes. Good.

Odd thing about the doorbell. Sometimes when the *actual* doorbell
rings she runs and hides. Other times she marches towards the front
door as if she's expecting company.

Buffy and weather is another odd thing: Yesterday evening there was a
thunderstorm. Buffy was snoozing in her pyramid bed. There was some
thunder, some flashes of lighting. I was on the couch, reading. I saw
a flash of light out the window almost immediately followed by a very
loud clap of thunder. She bolted out of her bed like her tail was on
fire. I said, "It's okay sweetie, it's just noisy weather." She went
and hid anyway.

It's not like this is her first thunderstorm in 4 years. There are many
times where she just goes "Oh, okay". Last evening she chose to hide on
a chair under the dining room table.

Coincidentally, it was the first place she hid on the day I adopted her.
I brought her home, let her out of the carrier in the bedroom and
showed her where the food and litter box was. She went under my bed. A
short while later, she wasn't there. On that same day, she was on a
chair under the dining room table. I looked under the tablecloth,
tapped my fingers on the floor and said, "Hi, Buffy". She jumped down
and I gave her scritches. She's been ruling the house ever since.
Happy belated Buffy-versary!

Jill