Truman has been joining me out on the garage roof while thunderstorms play around the mountains just to the east of our home. He purrs like crazy while he’s out there with me and usually just sits along side, watching birds and other activity around the house. Once in a while the lightning flashes will catch his eye and we’ll be watching lightning together. He flicks an ear if the thunder is particularly loud.
It wouldn’t be good to let him out and about on our nearly three acres of land. However, having him join me out on the roof, whether it’s watching thunderstorms or admiring the night sky before bed, seems to warrant a high number and volume of purrs. His contentment is charming.
