We had some wicked weather blow through tonight. I’m usually not afraid of storms, but I certainly did not like this particular storm since I was home alone with two cats. I can remember that horrible outbreak of tornadoes we had back in the 70s. My Mom and I were sitting on our closed-in back porch on Greenbrier waiting for a let up in one of the storms. I had my rain coat and hat on. All of a sudden, she said “Let’s make a run for it!” and off we went towards the car. My hat flew off and I made her go after it in the pouring rain. We drove down Airline and the roads were flooding. We were trying to get to our church, Canterbury House, as we knew there was a basement there. I spent the afternoon with my Mom, Rita and Lula while my sisters were stuck at school. I tried to sneak up the stairs to see the black skies, and I did catch one glimpse. I’ll never forget how black the sky was that day.
The skies got dark again, but I was too busy high tailing it to our spare bedroom closet to really take a good look at them. And since I wasn’t about to let Emma and Elliot blow to Kansas without me, they went to the closet too:
Elliot did a great job of sitting next to me using the clothes that were hung as protection for his head. Emma on the other hand, sat up against the door trying to paw her way out. She did not enjoy being in such close quarters with Elliot. In fact, the vet might need to up her dosage of Kitty Prozac after tonight.
