Thunder and lightning

Last night Jim and Jean went out to eat at Jean's parents home.  While they were gone there was thunder and lightning.  When they get home usually I am waiting at the back door for them.  Jean came in the house and she called my name and went to look for me.  She thought I was in one of my favorite storm places - her closet.  But I was not there.  Then she looked in the bathroom - another one of my safe places.  I was not there.  She was getting worried.  Jim came in and whistled for me.  I was safely hunkered down in the basement.  I came running up the steps to see them.  Jim brought me on bite of the most delicious, wonderful, incredible steak.  Yum.