Sometimes when the weather starts really storming and howling like a mad dog, Momma will try to act all cheerful and say, "C'mon, Matilda, let's go hang out together!" She acts like it's a good thing, but then we end up all shoved into the laundry room, which is NOT fun.
I took Lobster with us to make sure Momma stayed calm. She kept trying to get me to calm down and lay down, but every time I would start to, we'd hear skeery noises outside! Momma tried saying it was just the wind or something she called "hail," but I think it was the Squirrel Mafia finally coming for us. Eventually they gave up and we got to leave the laundry room. I do NOT like those kinds of nights, but Momma says it's just pawt of living in Texas!