Morning from the Tropics

Hey It’s Jet Here.

Well, Mr. Isaac took a slight jog to the west last night. Here at Casa Jet, we sit under a Hurricane Warning. Mom fed us and tried to coax (vocab building project VBP) me out of the garage… actually, she asked Rachel to help, since I follow Rachel more easily sometimes. They managed to get me to exit the garage immediate left, switched me to Mom and I emptied my tank. That was it, ol’ Jetty boy went right back into the house.

Mom took Little Miss Regularity for a short walk… yes, she did ALL of her business as usual. Mom said JJ spotted a soccer ball and thought she might like to have a few minutes of practice! JJ tried to bite the ball and then nosed it in proper Airbud style! Mom laughed and told J we would purchase a soccer ball for her soon.

We’re already getting bands of wind and downpours, nothing too scary yet. Mom helped Miss Mary Ann with her patio (that’s our patio in the picture) last night culminating (VBP) in the 3rd shower of the day! Oh, by 6:30 a.m. this morning, our county already had 4,500 people without power. Rachel, who pulled this thingie called an all-nighter (she discovered Little House on the Prairie on her computer and is marathoning as teenagers do…) said we lost power for a minute or two around 2 a.m. That might explain why JJ, Mom, Puffy and I woke up at 2:19 a.m. for a moment.

The National “H” Center says we should receive 65-75 mph winds and 4-10 inches of rain. Mom’s wondering how she will take us out for business over the next 24 hours… should be interesting.

My bestest feline friend, Savvy, and her Guardian, Miss Linda, sent us an email to see if we could guide Miss Jen, Rumpy’s human, since she just moved into “H” land. Once Mom got started, she really got going! (our comment is towards the bottom of their post.) We hope it helps. To all our anipals and their bipeds in the affected areas, we wish you safe passage through the storm. We will unplug our computer fairly soon, so, if we miss Mischief Monday, we’ll catch you as soon as they restore our power! (We are not being pessimistic, most of our readers know we lose power on a good day, let alone a storm day!)

Another great day for a visit to the Mancaves!


Boom, Boom, Boom, Black

Hey, It’s Jet Here.

We apologize for the late post.  Mom has fought her computer again.  She said this thing called firefox will not work and she had difficulty accessing the internet.  She figured out a temporary solution and here we are.

Just as my nightly Courage Meter began to inch up, last night happened.  

My human sister, Rachel, accompanied us on our nightly walk to Dixie’s house.  The ladies tried a new idea to shift me over my reluctance (Jet – reluctance? Let’s try refusal) to walk past Dixie’s house.  We crossed the street and guess what? Same thing!  Back to the Drawing Board. 

Shortly after returning home, we heard a big boom.  Mom suggests the word explosion to differentiate (I’ve worked on building my vocabulary!) between the holiday booms and last night’s sound.  She told Rachel that the sound probably arose from a transformer blowing out, not that uncommon in our area, unfortunately.  We weathered that noise reasonably well.   And then… 

While Mom and JJ walked outside for last tank emptying (I couldn’t muster enough courage.), IT HAPPENED AGAIN!  Within an hour give or take, a louder boom of the same nature occurred, freaking out Rachel and I in the house and JJ and Mom outside.  Mom returned quickly with JJ, tried to calm all of us down and decided to check in with the police.  The dispatcher said she would send out a car to the area.  Good idea Mom.  Thanks Jetty

About 15-20 minutes later, IT HAPPENED AGAIN!  Rachel and I really freaked out this time.  Mom called the police again.  They said we were the only call, however, the officer from the first call did hear the boom.  Mary Ann called Mom to say she heard it too and Mr. Jim called the police.  

Well, another 15-20 minutes passed, and BLACK, the lights went out.  For all the horror movies Rachel watches, she joined me in my extreme discomfort.  Mom got out the flashlights and candles.  Rachel called her Dad, who investigated and learned that 500 houses in our area lost power.  Eventually, we settled into the darkness with Rachel and Mom chatting from bedroom to bedroom.  We heard the FPL trucks which restored power within about one and a half hours, just as Mom, JJ, and I drifted off to sleep. 

Another great day.  (because I can catch up on my sleep and it’s light out…)