It is 6:30 AM and Henry was released from his crate to crash on the rug. Last night was a little rough for both of us with all the fireworks going off at surrounding homes.Le boyfriend & I crashed early after a long day and soon we heard the click, click, click of doggy nails making there way to the verboten upstairs, amidst the whistle of bottle rockets and booms of larger incendiaries. I swept Henry into the second bedroom thinking I could comfort him and try to get a little sleep on a bed. Not to be... he wouldn't calm down and spent his time trying to push open the doors to get to the big bedroom.
I finally gave up, grabbed my pillow and my dog and went downstairs to sleep on the couch. Henry went into his crate but at least he wasn't running and whimpering through the house. We both slept fitfully. Tonight are the big fireworks in the center of town. I don't know if I can handle two nights of this.
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Maybe Henri thought Le Beau would be able to end the big sounds more effectively? Just for the record the kitties weren't really affected and seem to enjoy a good thunderstorm as much as I do too! Perhaps some kind of kitty mentoring program is in order.
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