Last night we had one heck of a thunderstorm. Outside. A real one. Cheyenne got more rain in one hour than we’ve gotten for three months. Which is good; we needed it. But the lightning was ridiculous. It was flashing constantly, like a strobe light, and the thunder was just one continuous rumble.
Wyomingites are total junkies for severe weather – we’re the type of people that go outside when there’s a tornado warning because we want to see it. This is why a whole bunch of people posted pictures of cuts and bruises on Facebook during last year’s big hail storm. Kind of like turkeys looking up at the rain.
But even I was a little freaked out by last night. And so was Obi. Oddly, Oliver the stress ball was fine.
When you combine the stress and sleeplessness of last night with the fact that I woke up at 4 a.m. and decided just to get up – feeding the cats before they asked, sitting quietly listening to the birds, watching the sunrise for the first time in a decade – it is understandable if Obi is a little off his game.
This happened this morning:
That’s right. Oliver won Battle Condo. No one was as baffled as him.
It’s Thunder Thursday! I’ve been trying to remember to share the latest Simon’s Cat for two weeks. And tadaaaaaaa! Today is the day.
Good thoughts to the folks in Wheatland tonight as they recover from having a tornado drop into their laps this afternoon. Hopefully the injuries and the property damage will heal quickly.