We had one amiable, quite plump snowshoe cat who always became very agitated before a tornado watch or warning was issued. Gracie was somehow tuned into the atmospheric changes, and would walk the floor and watch out the windows until the storm broke or went in a different direction. Her son, who’s still with us, grew up watching (and enjoying) thunderstorms. It must be an extremely loud ‘boom!’ to rattle Grayson. He’s taken over his mother’s ‘warning’ role too.
We don’t have a groundhog for weather prediction. And actually, we don’t need one: Grayson is on patrol. Thanks, Gracie. You taught your son well.