Max the weathercat
Last night we had severe thunderstorms roll through -- dramatic lightning and thunder, and in some places, penny-sized hail fell.
About a half an hour before the rain started to fall, Max had a shit-fit. He ran around the house yowling and howling, yelling at anyone who would listen.
We had the television on in the background, and the Emergency Broadcast System took over. The blaring klaxon alarm sounded, and a computer screen began to show information about the pending thunderstorm.
Just at that moment, Max ran to the center of the living room and lied down, sprawled in front of the TV screen, thwapping his tail contentedly, licking his paw to clean his face and groom. His body language made the message clear.
"SEE? I TOLD YOU SO!"