However, when you live in Tornado Alley, you get used to Spring storms. It's gets dark, the wind starts to blow, the rain comes, and then the sirens start wailing. And, if you are a responsible Texan, you put your shoes on, grab a flashlight, a phone, the cat and hop in the hall closet. After all, when the news man says, "all y'all who live in this area, take cover NOW," I listen!
Fortch the storm passed, the sirens silenced and we are all safe. Now it's just raining and I'm about to hit the biscuit. Yep, at 8:15. I told you I was tired all the time! Getting up at 4:30 will do that to a girl. 6 miles tomorrow morning if it's not lightening.
That's my sweet Hank with me. The other cats refused to play "storm shelter." Well, if I have to go, at least I'll go with my precious kitty and in my Longhorn shorts.
Wouldn't want to be caught dead in maroon.