Storm-Poops

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A wild thunderstorm popped up this evening. Right before it got to us, Myrtle decided she'd get a bathroom break in before all hell broke loose. While it was beginning to spit rain, she pinched one off while keeping her eyes locked on me through the back door window as I stood inside. As soon as she was finished, she ran like a bolt of lightning back to the house and needed reassurance when she came inside that it would all be okay.