Peanut runs and hides at storms, but CJ could care less. When we had that really bad hail storm last spring, he was laying on the back of the couch, which is upstairs, where the hail was thundering down. The only reason he came downstairs is because Terry and I did, and we went into the kitchen, which of course means we're dishing out treats. We went down to be able to open one of the doors to watch the storm, not for the sole purpose of dishing out treats, but of course when the cat is in treat mode, treats will be dispensed, storm or no storm, intentions or no intentions.