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Caturday Pootie Diary: In Hilary's path [1]
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Date: 2023-08-19
I heaved in the case of bottled water, my eyes searching for a cat who might appear at my feet to trip me at any moment. My path remained clear all the way to the kitchen where I dropped the heavy load onto the counter.
With a sigh, I stepped back, looking at it.
“What’s that?” Freddie asked from the spot at my feet where he had suddenly appeared.
“Water,” I said. “Bottles of it.” I shook my head. “I hate buying it like this.”
Freddie looked over at his food dishes and then back up at me. “There’s water right there,” he said.
“That’s your water. For you to drink.”
“I never drink it,” he reminded me. “You can have it.”
I bent down to stroke his fur. “I needed it in bottles.”
“Why?”
I paused, frowning. “Hurricane,” I said.
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“I don’t know what that is,” he told me as I straightened. I turned to the bags of groceries I had brought in before the water and started to put things away.
“It’s a big storm,” I said. “Wind and rain.”
“Thunder?” he asked, his ears flattening.
I paused, a carton of eggs in my hand. “I’m...not really sure,” I said.
“Lightning?”
I shrugged, moving things around to make room for the eggs. “Maybe. This is my first one so I don’t know for sure.”
“Human,” Freddie said, firmly. “One of us has to know these things.”
I looked down at him. “I know,” I said. “But since this isn’t an earthquake I am well outside my experience.”
I grabbed a cold electrolyte drink and took it into the family room, Freddie on my heels. “Should I be worried?” he asked, jumping up onto the couch as I lowered myself on it.
I screwed open the cap on my drink and drank deep, thinking.
“Human?”
I slowly screwed the cap back on.
“Human?!”
“I don’t know,” I said.
“I got bottled water,” I offered. “I was told that was crucial for hurricane planning.”
“What for?”
“For drinking, and freezing, and cooking, maybe. I think I’m supposed to freeze some of them.”
“That will stop the thunder?”
“That will come in handy if the power goes out.”
“It’s going to be dark?” he yelled.
I frowned at him. “What’s that to you? You have excellent night vision.”
His ears rose back up. “Oh. Yeah, I do.”
“It’s going to be fine,” I soothed. “It’s just a storm. A really big storm.”
“I hate storms,” he grumbled.
“I know.”
I put my feet up. “Consider hurricane prep finished,” I told the room in general.
“The water?”
“Yeah. I got bottled water, so we should be fine. I didn’t even have to fight anyone for it like in the movies.”
“What else did you do?”
“I went grocery shopping for the week so I don’t have to go out during the storm,” I said, proud of myself.
“Anything else?”
“Well. No. But it’s not going to be a full hurricane by the time it hits us.”
“But it will still be big?”
“It seems like it.” I looked over at the floor to ceiling windows. “I wonder if I’m supposed to do something with those,” I mused.
“Don’t you think you should find out?” Freddie yelled.
“In movies sometimes they put duct tape in an ‘x’ over the windows,” I said. “I have duct tape.”
“What does that do?”
I looked at him and told the truth. “No idea.”
He groaned.
“The truth is, we are in a low flood and mudslide risk area. We’ll get a lot of rain, but I don’t think we’ll be in danger of too much damage. We’ve had windy days before. I’ll secure the backyard so that nothing is loose that can go flying and we’ll spend our time during the storm cuddling and relaxing. It’s going to be fine. And when it’s over, we’ll do what we can for people who don't fare as well.”
“You sound pretty sure of yourself.”
“I checked the websites. I listened to advice from people who’ve been through this. We’re going to be fine.”
He stared silently at me.
“Plus we have all that bottled water,” I added.
“You’re putting a lot of faith in that case of water. I don’t think that’s going to fix everything,” he said, slowly.
“But no matter what happens, we’ll have each other. And a case of bottled water.”
Happy Caturday, Peeps! I am not really this calm about the coming storm, but my family and I are in far less danger than many, many other people. Stay safe, west coast peeps! We’re thinking about you.
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