Where Oh Where Is Summer?

Just when you think the weather can't get any worse - guess what? It does!

Last evening I just about jumped out of my skin when it sounded like we were being attacked with bombs. My people said my eyes got as big as saucers as I listened to the devastation raining down over my head. It hailed, and hailed, and hailed - ice balls as big as a quarter. The nuggets that slid off our awning formed a pile about two-feet deep. The ground was covered. Then it started raining again and washed most of the hail away. Today everything is covered with the little leaves that had just appeared on the trees. Oh, and the ice pile is still below our awning.

I should have known something was happening when my people looked out the window and remarked about the really, really ugly clouds heading our way, but what do I know about such things? I'm just a poor, innocent little boy kitty who doesn't know things like that. I sure am glad there was no hail when I was running loose in the RV park in Arizona. I would probably be dead by now, if not from getting hit by the ice nuggets, then from a heart attack.

My people picked me up last night and cuddled me while I was scared. At least I knew I had a safe home (well as safe as anything can be in this crazy place).

When it was finally over, I lay on my back and played with my ball that goes 'round and 'round in a plastic ring. I wasn't lazy - just too pooped to be actively involved with the game. Luckily my he-person bats the ball back to me so I don't have get up to move it around.

Just get me out of the Northwest and promise me that nothing scary like last night will ever happen again! I've seen enough ugly weather to last a lifetime. Isn't the reason we RV so that we can avoid nasty weather? G-r-r-r!