The last few weeks have been disturbing. First, mommy went off the deep end. She went all psycho on us for no reason at all. Then just when she started getting better last week we had an awful boomer storm. I mean it was terrible. It lasted forever. While I'm not typically scared of anything, I seriously didn't like this one. It sounded like a million cats being thrown in the wind against the house.
Maybe the worst part was mommy and daddy went to the basement and left Percy and I upstairs! It was enough to deal with all the noise and flashing lights, but then Percy was all "I'm so scared Fremont" and "I'm going to hide Fremont" which just made me more agitated.
After what seemed like days but was probably hours, mommy and daddy came upstairs and went to bed. I didn't sleep much that night. And of course Percy didn't come out from under the bed until the next morning.
