Persia is terrified of storms. She always has been. She tries her best to get into the smallest places and hide until it’s all over. She happened to be in the bedroom and I watched her shrink herself enough to get under the dresser. She stayed that way until I went to pick her up and cuddle her so she would calm down. I mean, she hates the thunder that comes with a storm. I feel bad for her every time.
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