It is an uneasy Sunday as I roll around in wait for
our turn with Hurricane Irene. It has become smaller
in size, but it still has its bite. I spent much
of yesterday under the table after Mom got home
from shopping as I did not want to invite Irene in
as a guest to our home on Sunday when she's been so rude
to the rest of the East Coast.
I have been weird with slipping in just opened closets
and dropping a bunch of books on the floor as
I meow my protest to Mom. Mom thinks my different
behavior was because there was too much activity
with the noise and moving of stuff from the neighbors.
As well as her getting ready to start back up with Grad
School next week and that a little bit of Fishy Flakes will
make me feel more purry and calm as we stay largely
technology free tomorrow with the high winds and rain so no
surges hurt the computer and other appliances. Purrs
