This astounds me. How could anyone
leave a pet behind in that situation? What kind of people are
This past spring, in the middle of a night when tornados were hopscotching across our area, I stumbled out of bed, turned on the TV, and saw a very detailed street-level radar scan that appeared to show a tornado perhaps two miles away and heading straight down our street. I yelled for my mom to go into the main bath (the only room with no outside walls), and I would bring the cats.
Every time I raced down the hall with a cat, I yelled at Mom again, and she called from her room that she was hurrying, she'd be right there. Meanwhile, I could hear the wind roaring like the proverbial freight train as the storm intensified.
I became frantic, begging the kitties to cooperate, but of course, as soon as they saw the first cat carted off, they all scurried under something -- so I spent a good ten minutes tearfully scrabbling under chairs and hauling sofas away from the wall, while mentally estimating the eastward progress of the spinning monster down the street.
But I never did get all six kitties -- and in fact, I couldn't even get my mom
to safety! When I finally banged on the door of her room and insisted that she get into the bathroom right this minute, she emerged fully dressed with her purse over her arm and said, "Well, I had to get ready
So it was very fortunate indeed that it turned out the graphic I'd seen on the TV radar was not, in fact, a tornado, but merely an upper-air circulation that could
have been the precursor
to a funnel cloud.
But by golly, I'm proud to say I did not abandon my kitties!