So Jackson doesn't like storms? Miss Cat is curled up in the linen closet so I had to do some fancy maneuvering to give her meds this evening.
The funniest time was about 2 months about, 3:00 in the morning, thunder, lightning, rain just beginning. I ran downstairs and looked out, and there was Jackson, charging up the steps, “Mom, Mom, let me in”. So I did; fed him too.
I don’t know whether or not Jackson likes storms, but I like him to be in, and he thinks Purrfect Tuna is a good trade.