Lily hates thunder.

She's a big scaredy cat when it starts to rumble. She can hear it miles away, just like she can hear a pea fall onto the floor 3 rooms away!

If I'm at my desk I find her wrapped around my ankles. If we're in the livingroom she either put her nose under the piano or lay as flat as she can on the floor. (See above)

Needless to say we've had one of those typical British summer days. Dark clouds, rain, lightening and big rumbles of thunder. One rumble I missed was the two Spitfires going overhead on their way into Biggin Hill...