Closet Cars

I am a big, strong cat. My sister is a small, rude, bossy cat. When thunder comes to our house, like it did last night, and this morning, you can find both of us in the closet. It reminds Her of the olden days when people had safe places in their yards in case there were bombs. You probably don't remember that, but She does, and She thought it was foolish back then, and She thnks we are foolish now. I don't know how many times She has told me that thunder is just a noise, and if you hear it, it means you are safe from the lights that CAN hurt you. Even so, She doesn't mind if we go into the closet if it makes us feel better. She just shakes Her head.
I wish you could see our new picture. It looks so pretty in its golden frame. Most of the pictures in our house are about Japan. That or Eddie. We have a splendid picture of some tulips, and the new soft flowers fits right in. It has every color we like, and no one can believe it is not a painting, until they get really close.
So, when we feel nice and safe, and come out of our closet, we have a nice house to look at. I personally like the way I have put my extra fur on Her chair, so that She knows I like to be near Her. Today, when I had my brushing, She said there must be another cat inside me, because one cat cannot have that much fur. I poked around my tummy, but did not feel any other cat. I think She is joking. I must run, now. There is something on the floor that needs stalking before He picks it up. Toodle Pip.