Meowteorologist Report

So one afternoon about a week after Hurricane Dorian blew through here dad got another tornado alert on his phone.  The alert eventually lapsed, but for about 20 minutes or so this is what the sky looked like overhead.  The still photos don't do it justice, but these clouds were swirling and looping like mad, prompting mom and dad to stack my carrier and some blankets near the bathroom.  Apparently our plan is to hunker down in the bathtub in the event of a tornado.

Now flash forward a couple of weeks and here I am on a much cooler early morning with the old comfy fleece on the old comfy dadlap.  

I know to some of you, temps in the upper 50's and 60's isn't cold, but for this trio of southern old farts (mom's technically not an old fart yet as she's about 12 years dad's junior) and compared to the past few months that's cold-ish.  I've also been cuddling more with mom and dad in bed and on the chairs with the onset of cooler temps, so we're all loving it.

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What?  If a dog can drink out of a toilet...