I hate fireworks
I have my doubts that the people around us even know why we celebrate the 4th of July. For them, it is just another excuse to drink, get high and make noise.
Last night they started shooting off what turned out to be a large selection of fireworks. The horses were going nuts and I had to race out to the barn and release them before they busted down the chain gates and cut themselves.
Then the cats were going crazy, some of them speeding through the house, others cowering under the bed or other pieces of furniture. The only one who seemed not to be affected was Leah. She didn’t even whine.
I saw Cleo this morning and we had some cuddle time. I am worried about him and wish he would come indoors, at least until after the Fourth. But, he has made it through 12 years of Fourth of July’s and hopefully this year it won’t be much different. I am so sad that all the trees where he used to hide out have been cut down- he was full of sap so maybe he was climbing over them to say goodbye to his protecters before the logging company hauls them away. Century old trees gone in an instant all in the name of $$ 
I have a feeling that tonight the fireworks will continue. I just hope nothing catches on fire and all the cats remain safe.