Scamper is either a great weather forecaster or she has precognitive abilities in general. We all know cats have other senses…
She came in last night and parked herself under the couch. She doesn’t like to stay inside when the door is shut and she doesn’t do it often. Usually it has to be well below 30.
Shrug. Who can know what that cat is up to.
We went to bed.
It hailed large chunks of ice about 4 hours later. Bam! BAM!
Scamper stayed under the couch.
We got up and I stood at the back door with the outside light on so that I could properly worry about my avocado trees and tomato plants. Junior wanted out.
“You are not going out, you crazy cat. It’s hailing!”
He was not deterred. I picked him up to show him the white pellets raining down on the porch. He looked at me and touched my nose with his. “You’re supposed to be looking out the window.”
He looked at me.
“The hail? Look at the hail.”
He put his front feet straight out, demanding to be set down. He did not look out the window.
“Okay, but you’re not going out.”
Once on the floor he put his nose to the door, demanding to be let out.
Crazy cat. I did not let him.
Yes, the baby avocados all fell to the ground. Most of the blossoms too. The tree is leaning at a rather limp angle. Several tops to tomato plants were snapped off. Leaves are full of holes. One small plant still in a pot took a direct hit and was smashed into the soil. I propped it up, but it is missing all but one leaf. Hmm. Not good.
Sigh. The life of a farmer is hard. Scamper left this morning and hasn’t been back to report in. I suppose she has a lot to explore now that the landscape is littered with branches and leaves. Who knows with that cat???
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