Yesterday morning we had some loud thunderstorms, while I was getting ready for work. Little Feet usually hides when it storms.

After I got dressed, I looked around for him so I could at least cuddle him a little before leaving him to the mercy of the storms. He was nowhere to be found.

I continued on with my getting ready for work chores; getting my lunch ready, grabbing some sodas to drink, putting everything I need into my carryall.

Finally, I head for the door, accompanied by several louder than usual thunder booms.

Little Feet, who always goes to the door to see me off, comes slinking back to the door, low to the ground, with his tail drooping. He nervously glares at the door, but comes close enough to be petted and cuddled.

As soon as I finish, and turn to leave, he streaks back to his hiding place.

I think Little Feet must really love me, in order to see me off, despite having to brave the dangers of the scary storms.

Poor tiger. He was very cuddly when I got home last night.

Copyright © Mark Edwards
May 4, 2002