Crispy Fried Cat

Wooo. What a day. We had heavy rains today and so the door to the deck/roof was closed. The Pretty Lady was freaking out because two leaks appeared in the house. She put a bucket under one near the front door. It's kind of wierd that she did that because she knows that in our house, no bucket or water container is left un-turned. So as the bucket filled, someone, I won't mention who, would start playing in the water and turn over the bucket.

However, the real big news today is that humans have really poor eyesight in the dark. This fact almost got me cooked. At about 1:45 p.m. the power went out in our house. The Old Guy came home because it went out in his office too. The Pretty Lady was really concerned because she didn't want to miss the Bachelor. I laughed because that was in 7 hours. Well, the Old Guy and Pretty Lady went out and then came back after about 2 hours. The power was still out. Then they went to dinner and came back and they said it was dark, with no lights. I write, "they said it was dark" because to me, a cat, it wasn't dark at all. So the pretty lady went and got out the earthquake stuff . . . stuff that gives out light. This is where I got into problems. The Pretty Lady put out all of these light things. Some they carried and some they set on tables. Well, these things were pretty interesting to all of us. I saw Chow stick his nose in one of them and then jump back. That really got my attention. So I jumped up on the bedstand right in the middle of 3 of the things. Next thing I know I smell something funny. I looked around and realized I was being cooked!!!!! I jumped down and ran. The Pretty Lady said she smelled cooked cat and wanted the Old Guy to chase me around in the dark to see if I was ok. So he made a half-hearted attempt, almost killing himself in the process. Then he gave up because he could hear me scurring around. At 11:00 the power came back on and the Old Guy got up to turn off the lights. I was laying on the couch and he hugged me and gave me a scratch, looking for damaged cat-parts. I told him to just scratch and stop looking but he insisted. I growled, hissed and ran away.