#Furkid Friday: #Storms

Um... Hi everyone! This is Skye the rat.

There was a nasty storm this past weekend. The icy wind was howling like a pack of hungry wolves, the rain was falling in sheets that were more like waterfalls, there was thunder and lightning, and the ocean was so rough you could hear the waves crashing against the shore even over the sound of the storm itself. Even the sea birds decided it was too rough to be out.

We hated it!

Well, the Mummy human didn't, because she's weird and likes things like storms. She says it's sad that they cause damage and people sometimes get hurt, but she can't help enjoying listening to them. Like I said, she's weird.

But we're much smarter, so we're really scared of storms. Our brothers are especially scared of storms. Our degu brother, Joshua, huddled in his hay in a frightened ball, and our gerbil brother, Baggins, was so scared he was literally trembling from nose to tail. Even we rats huddled in our nest until the storm was over, while our chinchilla sisters decided being nocturnal was no excuse to be out of bed on such a night.

Actually, there have been a few really bad storms lately, but the one on the weekend was the worst. Or, we thought it was... It was the scariest to us, anyway.

The human caretakers say the storms can't get us in here. They say the building will keep it from coming in and hurting us. But we're not taking any chances. Especially when one of the humans who claims that's the case is also weird enough to think listening to storms is fun.

If you've got bad storms too, I hope you're managing to stay safe.

Squeak soon,
Skye