I hate storms, especially thunder and high winds. All that banging and rumbling spooks me. If Mum and Dad are at home then I stick close to them - on their lap or between their feet.
If they’re out, I go and look
for someone else.
Last week I ran to the neighbours' house where I took shelter until Sam’s Mum
came and picked me up. Then I snuggled with Sam for the day.
I’m a master of escapes but you'll never guess how I did
it…
Taco
