August Storm
Aug. 7th, 2017 08:50 amThis was a bad storm for the cats to be caught out in. I didn't see it coming. We were still in the middle of summer as far as I was concerned. Especially after the decent rains we enjoyed a couple of weeks ago, this was surely going to be a drought period.
I woke up early, before seven, and I saw the occasional flash of lightning across the dark sky, but I didn't think anything of it. Even if it did rain, it could not be more than a shower. But that was very mistaken.
It has been storming hard for a couple of hours now. Sammy made it back early, before it got bad, but Ash is still out there.
Then the storm turned nasty. So much shattering thunder. I cringed knowing how Ash is particularly vulnerable to the roar of that cannon fire. I was actually afraid that I might lose Ash for good this time, that she might get lost in her vain pursuit to escape the torrential rain and the constant thunder.
However, about an hour ago, I saw that she is in the back yard, but the yard was already flooded and she was stuck at the shed. She is there now, soaking wet and no doubt weary. I tried a couple of times to go out to her and rescue her, the way I used to for Coco. Unlike Coco, however, Ash won't let me get near her. Instead of seeing me as a friend and a ride back to this warm comfy home, she seems to somehow see me as a threat, like I might be a cat serial-killer, as though I have not shown her over the years only gentle caring love.
This storm is not letting up, and the water level in the back yard is only rising. I feel some relief in the fact that at least she is here, but I cannot see how she makes it into the house anytime soon.
I woke up early, before seven, and I saw the occasional flash of lightning across the dark sky, but I didn't think anything of it. Even if it did rain, it could not be more than a shower. But that was very mistaken.
It has been storming hard for a couple of hours now. Sammy made it back early, before it got bad, but Ash is still out there.
Then the storm turned nasty. So much shattering thunder. I cringed knowing how Ash is particularly vulnerable to the roar of that cannon fire. I was actually afraid that I might lose Ash for good this time, that she might get lost in her vain pursuit to escape the torrential rain and the constant thunder.
However, about an hour ago, I saw that she is in the back yard, but the yard was already flooded and she was stuck at the shed. She is there now, soaking wet and no doubt weary. I tried a couple of times to go out to her and rescue her, the way I used to for Coco. Unlike Coco, however, Ash won't let me get near her. Instead of seeing me as a friend and a ride back to this warm comfy home, she seems to somehow see me as a threat, like I might be a cat serial-killer, as though I have not shown her over the years only gentle caring love.
This storm is not letting up, and the water level in the back yard is only rising. I feel some relief in the fact that at least she is here, but I cannot see how she makes it into the house anytime soon.