My cats are dry and safe. It's been storming like crazy here and, for the first time in decades, the areas close to the city were under a tornado warning. At work they herded us into the hallway and away from windows. We were all quite jocular about it -- like kids during a fire drill -- but my heart wasn't in it. I wanted to get home. I live on the top floor and the trees that touch my windows, the ones the cats usually enjoy because of the birds and squirrels, suddenly seemed dangerous. As I walked the three blocks from the el station to my building, I noticed all the tree limbs in the street. The trees in front of my building lost a lot of big, thick branches, but they looked fine. As I rode up in the elevator, my heart was beating like crazy. I wouldn't be able to relax until I did a head count.I'm happy, happy, HAPPY to report all three of my furry roommates are safe and, as of this stormy moment, two are fine. Joe, my enormous gray and white tom, hates storms. They're one of the few things that scare my normally brave boy. Because he's so big, it's hard for him to find good places to hide at times like this. As I write, my massive fellow is huddled under an old dresser in my walk-in closet. I explained that the tornado warning is over, but he only trusts his own ears and feline sonar.
On nights like this, I'm happy I was able to adopt these three, but sorry I can't give a home to three more.
