Yeah, I jumped.
Yeah, it was straight up off the ottoman, and I'm pretty sure my heart skipped 2 or 3 beats while my fur stood up on end, but it was loud. I mean, so loud that I expected to look outside the front window and see the house across the street up in flames. It sounded like something blew up, and I'm not a wussy kitty for reacting to it.
But no, the Man has to laugh.
Well screw you!
How was I supposed to know it was lightning?
I don't even know what that is!