The Thunder Rolls

Now there is one thing that really tucks my tail – thunder! As the saying goes “everything is bigger in Texas”, well nothing could more true than the storms blowing through Carrollton, TX my home for the first 3 years of my life. A calm, lounging under a palm tree day,

could quickly turn into a booming, shaky dog night. SHAZAM! With the onset of the first thunderclap my best friend Little Peeps would make like a scat cat to the most secluded closet in the house. Me, I always prefer to wrap around the nearest human ankle; hopefully without bringing the biped companion crashing down. BOOM! Of course, nothing really fluffs Shaka Boo’s tale. CRACK! She would gladly sit perched high watching us scrabble in terror. CRASH! Her eyes glaring and taking mental cat notes of what sent Little Peeps and me into “pet”emonium fits. RUMBLE! Finally, as the two of us scurried to our safe havens, Shaka Boo sat high on her perch and

finished mapping out an exit plan that only included Little Peeps.