November 12, 2003
Power
11:30 p.m.
It was a fairly decent day, even sunny and nice in the morning. After I did the grocery shopping, I took Dusty down to the pet store to do *her* grocery shopping and I think she enjoyed the walk.
Unfortunately, it clouded over and became very windy, then thunderstorms moved in. Dusty is not fond of thunderstorms at all, despite all of my efforts to desensitize her to them. With the first crack of thunder, she jumped into my arms and when that didn't make it stop, she wandered forlornly around the apartment, tail stub tucked as far down between her legs as possible, looking for a hiding place.
Her first try was on the futon - she tucked her head between the pillow and the mattress (perhaps thinking that if she couldn't see the thunder, it wouldn't be able to see her). Next, she checked out the washroom and when she tried to jam herself into the small nook next to the toilet, I took pity on her and opened up the closet.
She liked the closet a lot. It has lots of soft stuff on the floor that smells like me (laundry bags), clothes to hide in, and it's dark and contained. Best of all it's as FAR as you can possibly get from the windows, so that's where she hung out.
The storm passed and Dusty reappeared to watch the West Wing with me. But on the show, there was a storm and flickering power outages. As soon as Dusty heard the thunder boom from the television set - you guessed it! - she was back in the closet.
The power outage on the show was an ironica foreshadowing - our power went off half-way through Law and Order.