"'FRAIDY Cat" POOCHEROO

Poocheroo doesn't like loud noises like fireworks and thunder. She is a good storm predictor. At the first hint of a storm she is at the back door wanting in. While we were gone to the Peterson family reunion in Minnesota a couple weeks ago, there was a bad storm that went through and I wasn't here to let her in when she knocked on the door. Yes, I said knocks. She stands on her hind legs and beats a tatoo with her front paws on th stormdoor while whining to get my attention. The glass was up and when she wasn't let in she tried it on her own. She managed to tear the screen (that the guys had fixed when here in April) loose at the bottom somehow and boosted herself through the opening and got stuck between the doors. When Louise came over to feed her the next morning and couldn't see her she thought she had somehow gotten out of her yard until she heard her crying and could just see two ears showing above the opening in the door. She had to go through the house to get Poocheroo out of her predicament. But that wasn't the end of it. When I got home I put the glass down to cover the hole and keep the bugs out. Well, last night another storm went through and before there was a noise that I could hear she was beating on the door so rapidly that it sounded like a woodpecker. I couldn't see or hear anything like a storm coming so I told her to shush and didn't let her in. I should have known better! She kept it up and added whining and barking to her pleading. Then I heard a crash. She had pounded and pushed on the door so hard that the adjustable window part fell out and down between the doors knocking the stormdoor partially open but blocking her entrance. Thankfully it is plexiglass so I didn't have broken glass to contend with as well. That loud noise scared her also ---but not enough to leave the porch. Then I heard the thunder and could see the lightning in the distance so she did get in. I keep an old quilt folded up under the dish cupboard and a leash fastened to one of it's legs by the back door so she has a place of safty to hang out. She runs all over the house if I don't hook her up, and I do mean runs, and she has learned how to avoid being caught by running around the circle of the downstairs walkway, no doors to block her. When she sees me coming to meet and catch her she turns and goes the other direction! David and I used to be able to corral her together but now that I am alone I have to lure her with "people" food to catch her. Funny what you can miss a person for, little things, trivial things, every day things. Anyway---now I have to fix the back screendoor again and I have to take the whole door off to do it as it doesn't come apart. Oh well, such is life, and life goes on and I would surely miss her company if I didn't have my "'Fraidy Cat" Poocheroo and hear her knocking on my door. Be thankful for the little things and praise the Lord you still have them.