Hunker in Your Bunker

Last week Thursday, we had what you call a "news alert." What's a news alert, you say? That's the scary moment when the newscasters play that spooky "special announcement" music and cut into your regularly scheduled programming. Except this time, the "alert" happened during the 6PM news.

See, Moms and I were enjoying a good snuggle on the couch when the special music started to play. The weatherman came on the tele and said "hail" and "wind" and "tornado." You read right, folks. Hail in August and a tornado in Connecticut. He was talking about Stratford, which is the next town over. Dads was doing chores and Moms was blabbering to him about this weather guy who was telling people to get in their basements. Dads said, "Oh no, that can't be true!" So Moms got her bossy pants on and offered to rewind the weather guy on DVR. Dads said there was no need for Moms to challenge Dads.

Sure enough, a few minutes later, the weather man says that anyone in Milford should hunker in their bunker - NOW. That was the cue for me and Archy to skedaddle. Archy headed for the attic, figuring that he would be the first to take flight if a tornado hit. Moms got him out of the attic and stuck him in the cat carrier and dragged him to the basement. I decided this was the prime time to play hide-and-go-seek because, really, if this was the end of the world, we might as well have fun before we die. So Dads chased me around the second story. I tried to go under a bed (no dice) and in a closet (Dads stopped me). Before I knew it, I was being hauled down to the basement, kicking and screaming.

Since WOB (Work Out Basement) is located, well, in the basement, we had television reception there. So Moms and Dads watched teevee while Archy and I tried to get out of the basement. Auntie Maggie said that cats feel better during a thunderstorm if you rub them down with a dryer sheet, so Dads got one out (we buy the generic kind from Target) and rubbed Archy cat all over with it. He said it felt nice and he smelled April fresh. I played with the dish of water that Dads got out for us and asked numerous times when we could go upstairs to play with Smacky.

After the "all clear," which took about twenty minutes, Moms and Dads let us up into the house again. It was ok. No tornado showed up at our house, even though the "Dopplar Radar" saw one. A few people "saw" one offshore at the Milford beach, but it never came over to my house to play.

All this to say that Archy and I spent Thursday night hunkering in our bunker. The picture, you ask? It's Moms and Dads on O'ahu, at an actual military bunker that they use as one of the Dharma stations on LOST. It's much more glamorous than our basement.

This is JDamn, reminding you that "Safety First" isn't always a bad thing....OUT!