kitties running for cover
I’m quite enjoying all the fireworks being set off. It takes me back to my childhood and my little bro who was a serious fireworks piromaniac. He used to tie bottle rockets around roman candles and get them set so that when you lit the fuse for one the entire batch would go airborne and you’d have a skylight display only a little less impressive than the professional ones you see today. He discombobulated and recombined the contents of this and that so that you ended up lighting something that was always a surprise and a delightful one at that. The kitties, however, are not enjoying the fireworks the kids are setting off in the yard. If you walked into my apartment right now, you’d see only the two older cats that have pretty much gone deaf and so have no idea what the ruckus is all about. You’d also see all the things the hearing cats knocked down and over as they shot off their various perches when the fireworks started exploding just outside the windows and ran for dark places under sofa and bed. Heh.