O'Keefe flat-out hates it of course. Every once in awhile a particular bit of noise scares her and she galvanizes into a geriatric half-crouch on the hassock where she's napping against my leg. It takes her a minute or so to settle down and go back to sleep. So many monsters attacking her house!
Turns out I had a lot more roof damage than I'd thought in the May 11th hailstorm.
All those years of homeowner's insurance is paying off now, big-time.