Some animals are far more attuned to their environment than we are. Case in point: year before last we enjoyed a hurricane here in Canton. The head of the Pigeon River (10 miles due South) got 17+ inches of rain in less than 5 hours. As a result my town was up to the rafters in water. Because the wind was only 80 mph or so my lovely wife and I considered it a non-event. We had the pleasure of Andrew's visit to South Florida a dozen years before so anything less than 150mph didn't get our attention as it should have. Long about 2:15 in the morning our youngest cat, Savannah, woke us up with awful crying and carrying on. We got up, thinking that she was somehow injured. When she ran for the kitchen we were right behind her. At that very moment a 110 foot tall white pine next to the house snapped off and landed squarely on the roof over our bedroom, shaking the house to the foundations. It punctured the roof in several places, but did not collapse it. Once the vibrations stopped Savannah just sat there and looked at us. Good kitty.

Some will say 'coincidence'. We don't think so. That little cat might not have known exactly what was going to happen, but she knew something was, and it wasn't good.