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I woke up sometime last night to a crack of thunder and the movement of a cat jumping off the bed and leaving the room. I know it couldn't have been Chyna--I think I can count on the fingers of one hand the number of times she's been on a bed with either of us there--and despite the apparent fear of thunder I can't picture Q*Bert being on the bed with me when her beloved Daddy was in another room. So I guess it must have been Rocket. I did get some funny pictures of Q trying to hide during the last thunderstorm--I need to upload them to the laptop.