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There's an old tradition that says if you keep bees, you have to talk to them and tell them what's going on, or they'll leave you. I talk to my cats, and sometimes it seems like it works.
Last night I tried to stay up until the thunderstorms got here, but I couldn't manage it. So I went to bed and told Snip, who was lying on the floor, that a thunderstorm was coming and she could come up on the bed if she wanted to, instead of her usual hiding behind the toilet. Two hours later, when the thunder woke me up, there she was on the bed, trying to hide her head in my knee. So I turned myself around and she stayed there hiding in my elbow until the storm was over.
Of course I don't know whether my telling her about the thunderstorm had anything to do with how she acted. But I like to think it did.
Last night I tried to stay up until the thunderstorms got here, but I couldn't manage it. So I went to bed and told Snip, who was lying on the floor, that a thunderstorm was coming and she could come up on the bed if she wanted to, instead of her usual hiding behind the toilet. Two hours later, when the thunder woke me up, there she was on the bed, trying to hide her head in my knee. So I turned myself around and she stayed there hiding in my elbow until the storm was over.
Of course I don't know whether my telling her about the thunderstorm had anything to do with how she acted. But I like to think it did.