Storm Warnings & Cat Burglars

Okay, so a few weeks ago I was sitting at home around 6:45 pm. Jason was at work, and Jake had gone to bed around 6:15. I was enjoying some reality TV when I noticed that it was getting really dark outside. I had noticed some storm warnings in the top of the screen, so I decided to flip to a local channel. Does this look familiar?

Ummm.. yeah, I didn't think so. Keep in mind, this little squiggly drawing is about 3 times the size it was on my actual TV. I have NO idea what the hell the map is even of - let alone where I am on it (if we actually are). Then, the tornado sirens sounded. In Macon, cute little Ben Jones would have been telling me where the storm was heading. In Mississippi, crazy haired Barbie what's her name would have been telling me the locations of the neighborhoods that needed to take cover. However, here in Savannah, apparently you are left to figure these things out for yourself. There was no little weather man on any local channel, no Doppler radar images, no live storm coverage. Keep in mind, I have a baby that is asleep. I mean, I need to know if the storm is crossing my street before I drag him out of his crib to take cover. So, I made the executive decision to move to this end of the house where surely if the tornado sucks us up, we will go together.

And now it's hurricane season. Irene is causing a stir in the Atlantic. I just read the other day that even a Category 1 storm could flood the island. GUH-REAT.  Given the history of storm tracking by local meteorologists, I have a fear that my warning will consist of turning on the Weather Channel and seeing Jim Cantore reporting from Skidaway Island in "The Eye of the Storm." Haha. Anyway, I am seriously hoping that Miss Irene decides that Savannah isn't the place to visit.

In other news, it turns out we had a little burglar the other night. Well, sort of... Lucy, our bobtail Siamese cat, who adopted us in Mississippi has a penchant for chatting. This cat loves to talk. She will walk up and purr/meow until you talk, then she proceeds to make little noises and meows while you chat. All good and dandy except that one of her favorite times to do so is about 4 am. Not a time that this sleep lover wants to be up and chatting. We had taken to putting Lucy in the guest bathroom at night so that she wouldn't wake us up. She had quickly figured out that if we wouldn't wake up all she had to do was get into Jake's room to wake him up so that everyone would be awake. When Jason's parents were here, we decided to put her in the garage at night. You see, Lucy lived outside in Mississippi, but after scaring us by being gone for about 24 hours when we moved here, she has been and inside kitty. Well, apparently the garage did not meet her star rating for accommodations. I heard something at around 2 am (and so did Peanut). I dismissed it as Jason's parents getting up to use the bathroom, etc. Well, at 4:10, I hear the distinctive meow of the bobtail Siamese. I woke up the hubby - after all, she was on his side of the bed. He maintained that he had not shut the door well enough and she probably pushed it open. Well, about 20 minutes later, there she was again. The cat had figured out how to open the door. After that, the lock on the door seemed to do the trick. She looks innocent, doesn't she?

In other animal news, Peanut has decided that this baby person may not be so bad after all. Well, as long as he is in his high chair. The Nut camps out around the high chair at feeding times. Jake has quickly figured out that if he holds his hand over the side that Peanut will lick his fingers. I will say that it is quite wonderful because this Mama never has to clean up food dropped on the floor. I have a little black vacuum/mop that does the trick :)

In completely unrelated news, I had another photo published on the MCP Actions blog. It was for the theme "Slow down and Look Back". This was taken last week when we went out to the marina to watch the sunset. It was nice to take time just to do nothing and be thankful that this past year has brought us here.

Until next time - pray that Jim Cantore stays away from Skidaway Island...