Trixie hates thunder
I was awakened this morning by a small furry thing shivering and cuddled up under my chin. Trixie. It was thundering.
Poor baby. Trixie hates thunder. During daylight hours thunder sends her scurrying under furniture.
At night though the girl seeks out the warmth and comfort of my bed. It may get crowded in there as we are forecast a week of rain and thunder storms.
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| Trixie's hidey hole |
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| Lady seeking the comfort of my bed |
At night though the girl seeks out the warmth and comfort of my bed. It may get crowded in there as we are forecast a week of rain and thunder storms.
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