Thunderstorms

Yet another thunderstorm in Chicago this morning. Which means that during breakfast the monster cat came down and asked me to open my closet so he could hide. Ok, so really he hid behind my chair and meowed at me, but it's pretty clear what that means when the weather is bad. For being so scary to strangers he's a big coward in real life. So I got up from my eggs, scallions, tomatoes, toast and green tea, walked up the stairs, and he beat me to the closet door. He prefers to sit in my laundry basket, but sometimes when it's stormy that's not quite safe enough. He's currently wedged in the back corner with the lights off. I don't expect to see him for several hours.

Meanwhile small cat here is making all his normal cooing and snoring noises, attempting to sleep on ehs's office chair. And just like yesterday, now that the rain has passed, it looks like a beautiful blue-skied day.