It’s 12:45am, and we’re in the midst of severe thunderstorms. Thunderstorms make Roscoe nervous. He wants to go into my bedroom and get on my bed; it’s his safe place when bad weather strikes. But he can’t go in my bedroom tonight. There’s four squirrels sleeping in there, and Roscoe is definitely NOT squirrel safe. He doesn’t even know they’re here, and tonight isn’t the time for him to find out.
So we snug together on the couch.