Black Lightning

Perhaps I have a superhero on my hands?

You see, Hinge used to hide under beds during thunderstorms and Orpheus hides in closets.

Alma insisted sitting on my front step, bolt upright between the rails and watching the storm. A little odd for a cat.

Perhaps she's some pagan priestess in disguise?

Or maybe she's just a slightly strange snugglekitty. Who's helped me perfect the art of making a bed one-handed (the other was more usefully employed in scratching kitty ears) - and without disturbing the cat.