Right now we've got a pretty decent storm going on outside, with lightening and thunder and all of it. It's hard to tell who it's freaking out more; Gizmo or the dog.
Turns out, leaving Gizmo in his indoor playpen was not an option. The second I stepped out of the room, he started screaming and wailing to the world that I was abandoning him all alone in the midst of a terrible storm, and letting the universe know what a terrible mommy I am.
So, right now as I'm typing this, I've got a shivering fox sitting in my lap, letting out an earsplitting yelp every time the thunder rolls, and sporadically trying to make off with my computer's mouse. Worse, the dog is in here too, and she keeps nosing my leg every few minutes and whining.
Gizmo responds to this by jabbering and swatting at her face with his forepaw, because god forbid I pay any attention to the dog while he is afraid of the storm.
Due to recent warm-up in temperature, Gizmo is also shedding in big, poofy clouds of fur, so odds are my computer desk is gonna be covered with a half-inch of the stuff before the storm moves on. Maybe afterward I can gather it all up, make it into yarn, and knit myself some cruelty-free fox-fur mittens.