I hated storms.
Well.. I didn’t HATE, hate them. It usually meant I didn’t have to go outside and … nope, I hated them. Always dreary, soaking wet, and when the skies got this dark, there was always that god-awful lightning. And that freaking thunderclaps that followed? It always scared the nine-lives out of me.
I sat by the window sill after a good long nap. It wasn’t raining yet, but it was going to; I could feel it.
I stretched as John got his cup of coffee. Was he in a rush or something? I looked up at him expectantly. I did every morning, but as usual he ignored me. AS he rushed out the door, I followed, unbeknownst to him, of course. I could smell the ozone in the air.
“Yip, a storm is brewin’,” I said.
And then the rain fell. A waterfall more like.
I looked back at the closed door and decided to follow John across the street to a huge tree to stay dry.There was a crack. I jumped. John fell.
“Serves you right. Always ignoring your cat!”
He sat up, looked at me and said, “Milo? What did you say?”
“uhm”