This is my cat.
Yet she has a weakness – storms.
At the first sign of a storm she becomes a blubbering, mewing mess of a feline that refuses to be comforted but wants all to know of her discomfort.
I’m good like that.
And here’s the secret: with or without the cat… I still cower. I know – I know – I appear so great and strong. In fact, I am not brave. The cat has always been my guise.
There have been a lot of storms lately. Not cute summer storms – no – like SMITE THEE WITH THIS WRATH OF THE GODS kind of storms.
Just last week I was putzing around the apartment (Sylvia now lives with my parents, mind you), and 3pm began to look more like 2am. The world went dark! Completely dark. I froze.
From there the winds started picking up, and the windows began to whistle…….and The Man was still at work. I was all alone.
And then I sprung into action – an action trained only by a childhood in the land of tornadoes.
Then all hell hit. The thunder rolled in, the lightening cracked, and I was fairly certain my time had come to die a horrible death! And worse… the internet went down.
The internet thing! My distraction! My love! My friend…
I really was….. all…. alone.
In the end I survived. I know you were worried.
And yes The Man discovered I am actually quite the pansy when it comes to a bit of lightning and thunder, but you know what?
We have plans to get a cat next year.
Greetings from the great state of Indiana, btw!