Yesterday we did one of my favorite things. A loud thunderstorm rolled through, and the kids and I piled into the big bed and opened the blinds so we could snuggle under the covers and watch the lightening and rain. Both of them pretend to be scared of thunderstorms still, but I really think it is just an excuse to burrow under the covers and scream "Thunderstorm!!" And I love it. It almost made me wish the storm was in the middle of the night so we could snuggle all night.
In other news...I thought we lost Tigger the other day. Tigger is such an odd and obnoxious cat, that I spend a lot of time telling people how he drives me crazy. Then he didn't come inside one night. I went out with a flashlight and searched every inch of the backyard in vain. I still don't know if he slipped out earlier in the evening when we were outside too, or if he somehow found a way over or under the fence during a panic when the sprinklers came on. I searched all around our house and the neighboring yards with a flashlight until I became worried that our neighbors would think I was a burglar. I couldn't sleep for a while, imagining Tigger becoming a coyote snack. OK, so it wasn't hours I stayed up, but at least 30 minutes... Anyway, the next morning there he was at the door meowing. He stayed inside the entire day and never wanted to go out (very unusual). Jim was right when he predicted that we would "never get rid of him that easy". Since he's been back he nipped at Natalie, who can't read his obvious warning signs. I tried saying in a cheerful voice "Oh, I think he was playing with you!" and Natalie scrunched her face all up and produced big tears and said "NO, he was trying to EAT me!" Yes, he probably was. The Tigger we all love to hate.
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