For the last two days my house has been like a war zone as men brandishing nail guns attempted to beat my storm-damaged roof into submission. It literally sounded like I was under attack. Of course, for me it was just noisy — but for my cats it was frightening.
Orange Cat got over it pretty quickly, though. He came out from under the bed after about an hour and ended up enjoying all the activity. He sat in the window and watched what was happening like it was the most fascinating thing he had ever seen.
But yesterday I didn’t see Sweet Stuff at all. He has always been my scaredy cat so I wasn’t surprised by this; and today when the roofers arrived he once again hid under the bed. But, after lunchtime I guess he had enough of being fearful so he crept out to find me, and for the rest of the afternoon it was his usual routine — sleeping on the sofa, eating, sleeping on the sofa, and sleeping on the sofa.
It reminded me of the natural disasters I’ve seen. People will not stay in their homes where it is safe. Although they are scared, there must be an innate need to see what is happening for yourself and be among others to share the experience.
So, the cats and I survived and the house is quiet again. Next up… a new hurricane season so we can do it all again.
