Here is a little Lol for y'all. So you know Sammy does not like storms. He was lyning here beside me on the other half of the love seat. And suddenly he jumped up, landed right in the middle of my gut and stood there trembling, then got between my knees, looking around and scared like he does when he hears thunder. I was like, What the! Because we are not expecting any weather till Sunday! Looked on the radar and ...nothing! Clear skies all the way across OK. Then I heard it. A little rumble. Ha, I know. Texted DH downstairs: are you opening and closing closet door by chance? Yup, says he. That's what Sammy heard. I tried to tell Sammy what he was hearing but he didn't believe me. Of course not. Just call me Cassandra! 
