Just a short note to all interested parties (and you know who you are - wink wink). Pixie did great the past few nights with the storms. She just laid in her little cat carrier and never made a peep.
General Enzo, Sir, was up the stairs, down the stairs, on the bed, off the bed, huffing and puffing all night long the past three nights.
Dear Furever Mom & Dad, please be sure to spoil him rotten and comfort him during the storms. He's such a sweet boy and got so disturbed by storms. He loves to snuggle and be close. Which is nice, even nicer in January, but in June's 85+ humid nights, I could stand with a little less closeness.
Thanks for reading.