Friday, April 29, 2011

After the Rain

Interesting tidbit about Wendy: it takes her about 45 minutes to eat a single pink bunny Peep. First she nibbles the ears off, bit by bit, then bites chunks out where the limbs would be, and finally beheads the Peep. Then she will lick the sugar from the remaining blob, and finally shove the rest in her mouth.

This is convenient when the News is plastered with images of twister-related devastation, and spewing a constant stream of phrases like "ripped the roof right off," or "house completely smashed." When a tornado warning flashed across the bottom of Curious George, all I had to do to get rid of her was throw a few Peeps in the other room and tell her not to come back til they were finished so I could find out what was up.

I spent a few nervous hours yesterday clutching Fuzzwolf, pacing the house from window to window, peering at greenish clouds and wondering about which cat I would be able to save.

I lived in Colorado when I was a kid, which is in the part of the country where you do tornado drills in school just like you do fire drills. Yesterday, remembering the funnel clouds spinning out of the sky a few miles from my childhood house, it occurred to me that it would just figure for a tornado would get me HERE, in PA.

It's fine though. It didn't. All the cats are okay.

And, after the rain passed by, the sun came out, and there was this...









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