I know where mine are, all in the house and all in various stages of hiding, huddling, fleeing for their lives. There has been a loud party back behind us some time at around 2:00 a.m. someone must have hit on a brilliant idea to wake the neighbors (or the drunks at the party) and shoot off fireworks. It woke me from a sound sleep- that and the act of three cats running over the top of me as they fled for their lives. Running and scared means claws out and I was sleeping above the covers (silly me) now my chest is throbbing from the puncture marks!
I got up and opened several cans of cat food to try and quiet the bunch, but they weren’t having any of it. By the time I figured I should just get dressed and start my day earlier then ever, I heard the sirens as the police responded to the partiers.
At least all the cats are inside and safe. I just feel sorry for the ones who aren’t being kept inside as the sky exploded around them.
The crazy thing here is that it’s the “grown-ups” who shoot off the fireworks, not the kids. The kids are all inside, out of the heat, 102 degrees today. Most of my cats are hiding in the woods, keeping cool and away from the noise. Only two females came when I called and only one wanted to stay in. Peaches is stretched out on her back in the hallway, relishing the cool air from the air-conditioner…
Our red-neck neighbor let his pit bull out this morning — it was barking and growling at my husband when he went out to get the newspaper. Luckily it’s kind of a coward and ran home when hubby yelled at it.