Last night there was something like a tornado that touched
down in town, and it knocked a tree over on top of Light Bright’s house so she
now has a big hole in her attic. She said she was luckier than the neighbors on
the next street, who had their roofs blown off. The local hip hop station sent
people out to take pictures, and I shamelessly stole this one off of their
website, of a stop sign just stuck in the middle of a field:
If all this wasn’t scary enough, we are supposed to get more
of the same tonight. Yikes! Travalon said he heard the sirens in the distance
last night, but since they weren’t close, he wasn’t sure if he should wake me
up. I, of course, slept right through the storm. I was afraid Cashmere the Rabbit
might die of fright, being out on the screened-in porch, but this morning she
was bouncing around and demanding her banana like nothing had happened.
Cashmere has
really adjusted well to the new condo; last night she came out from the porch
on her own and explored the living room. She cautiously approached Callie the
Cat but didn’t get too close. Rodney the Poodle has no interest in her, so she
seems pretty safe among these supposed enemies of hers. She is perkier than I
have seen in her in a long time, since Charlie died. Maybe she likes
having nonhuman friends around, even if they aren’t rabbits.
Famous Hat
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