It is a real head scratcher. After all, Lily is accustomed to booming sounds. Here at the homestead we hear large gravel trucks thunder down the road at regular intervals. We also hear assorted gunfire pretty much every day.
These things never did, nor do they now, disturb this three year old beast. Why then, has the sound of thunder rumbling in the sky suddenly become a concern to her?
Did she have a bad dream involving thunder and calamity?
Oh. Wait. That's not an example of calamity- only photographer incompetence.
Lily's best friend, Clover offers no answers. She remains unconcerned about thunder. On the other hand, Clover's reliability is in question. See, Clover has developed some quirks of her own. For example, one minute she might be lying on the living room floor looking as restful as one can possibly look, then she'll leap up and run down the hall and into her crate. She'll remain there for anywhere from two to 20 minutes before she returns to the living room as if nothing happened.
Lily's housemate, Henry has no answers either. Of course, he's always been so self absorbed that it is highly unlikely that he would have even noticed Lily's angst, let alone have formulated a theory explaining the reason for it.
What's to be done about this fresh problem?
We'll think of something.