We mean this storm. You just leave all of our furiends safe, dry. All the other people and fur kids out there too.
Just freaking go away from us.
Our weather is supposed to stay all nice. So please feel free to teleport over. Windows should be open, weather dry, sunny sky during the day, starlight at night.
Mum saw us both staring out the front window, so when she went out to water the flowers in front she saw what we were staring at. A dead, rotting chipmunk. Mum didn't take pictures, too icky she said. She took the hose and let the water push it off the cement into the flower bed. It can enrich the soil.
Mum is getting ready to shut down the puter for a while. We are going to watch the Packers play preseason. Plus she needs to work on her crow-shay. We will have to get her to take a picture soon.