So these's thunderstorms, what do you reckon? Pretty amazing. Or so I have been told. After every line passes. By my father. Who is 6 hours away and way too into the weather. When I told him I had a full proof warning system he didnt believe me. Hence the multiple calls. Here's how it works....
level 1: thunder in the distance and light breeze
Cats come in off of the patio
level 2: lightening and nearby thunder
Jitterbug hides under the bed
level 3: downpour
Gordon runs soaking wet from his post at the patio door
level 4: Hurricane force winds and general mayhem
Gordon runs from room to room like an idiot
level 5: Impending hurricane/tornado/general doom
Gordon has given up all hope and joined Jitterbug under the bed. It is always shortly after this that the cat lady finds herself hiding in the bathroom...cause there's no more room under the bed. We've only reached this level once. Today. Seems to be a pretty common occurence this spring. Third floor apartment? Excellent choice, cat lady, excellent choice.
And now I must go, we are at level 2. Jitterbug just retreated.
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