Sunday, May 25, 2008

Thunder

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Cats hate thunder.

There goes Snowball, skittering away in panic as if a predator is after her. Huge eyes glitter green from beneath the couch.

Tiger is up on a chair, frozen in place. He looks like a big tabby dandelion with this fur sticking straight out.

Duke is more alarmed by the cats than by the thunder. They are behaving very strangely. There must be something wrong! He starts running up and down the hall barking.

The thunder stops.

Duke checks his food bowl.

Tiger's fur settles down and he begins licking his paw.

Snowball comes out from under the couch batting around her new dustball.

They come, they go, all the big and little alarms of life.

Like thunder.
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