When I was growing up in London a stray cat came to our house and started sleeping in our doorway every night. My father wouldn't let us take it in but we put a cardboard box outside with a blanket inside for it to sleep in.
We had one Autumn where it rained almost every day, worse even than usual British weather!
Whenever there was a thunder storm I used to worry that the cat would be scared so I would sit outside on the doorstep underneath the porch with the cat.
Whenever there is a thunderstorm now it reminds me of the Autumn I spent sitting in the porch with the cat ^^