“That was a tornado warning!”
“That beep on my phone.”
How was I to know that, when he was downstairs and I was up?
I was watching out the window at torrential rain. Grant came up and joined me and said “wow!”
The cats were all shoe-horned into my cupboard.
Not best pleased about the racket.
The wind sounded like a freight train hurtling our way..
After his initial reaction, Grant decided that our storm was “nothing compared to what happens in Africa”.
But there’s a wooded hill, just up the road that might argue with him. It looks as if a giant went mad, ripping up trees and casting them about. I remember reading about that storm at the time. Glad I missed it.
We announced dinner, and the cats decided they weren’t that scared.
Then I looked at Grant and asked:
“So if we get a tornado warning are we supposed to shelter in the basement?”
He said he guessed so.
The thing about a tornado warning in this area is, that they are such a rare occurrence, one tends not to have an “action plan”, as I am sure they do in places like Kansas where no doubt everyone dives immediately for the basement at the mention of the word.
Having more than 30 seconds notice would be a help!
This morning we awoke to sunshine.
But look at that weather front!
It actually didn’t do anything more dramatic than blow a few puffy clouds our way.
Unlike the slate black sky that came from the North last night.
So Willow went back to watching for Zoomer:
He came to investigate the plant I wrestled with the other day, under the front window.
But pretty soon, Colin wanted his seat back:
And he won’t share.
2 thoughts on “Tornado warning!”
Wowza! Do glad that you and Grant, and the kitties are unscathed.
I love these stories, and pictures, of your cats. 😊😻
Thank you for sharing.