The other day, I was doing stuff around the house, watching the Red Sox play the Indians in Cleveland (they won, by the way), when, suddenly, Lorelai jumped onto the coffee table all puffed up.
I have no idea what was out there. I looked out the window, but I couldn’t see anything.
She went to the window to see what it was, tail still a-puffed.
I will probably never know what triggered her.