Oh, right. Hurricane Irene.
This is my first ever attempt at taping my [any] picture window against hurricane-force winds.
Good thing Top Cat was in charge of hunting and gathering vital provisions for our bunker:
2 bottles of cheap champagne (my fave), two bottles of 2005 Bordeaux reds, two packets of tea biscuits, an angel food cake, 1.5 quarts of vanilla ice cream, and 24 Klondike bars.
And fwhat more could you want for your Impending Doom Dinner but Homemade Macaroni and Cheese?
The candlelight was a nice touch, non?
And then it started to rain with a vengeance. Of course, I could not coax my bad boy backyard feral cats indoors. This is me, hanging out my back door, trying to cajole Bibs to come bring his ass in out of the rain:
When we woke the next morning, it was still grey and rainy and so very windy. In fact, it was the sound of the wind that really got on my nerves. So I stayed inside and soldiered through the various power outages all the live long day, thinking that Hey–this hurricane stuff isn’t all it’s cracked up to be after all.
Because I did not see for myself, until the next day, how narrowly we missed having a totally awful hurricane experience. Because this is what the house next door looked like:
That’s not a hedge in the middle of the drive way. That’s the top of a tree that collapsed across the yard…
…just barely missing the side of the house:
Our neighbors up the road also had a close call:
And the historic district of our beloved village also managed to escape destruction by the very smallest [insert some measure of really, really fine distinction]:
How wierd is it that this tree (see below) fell exactly in between these two historic landmarks?
The red house on the right is the oldest house in all of Long Island, having been built by some Dutch guy in1645. The pretty blue house is also old but is from the mid-1800s and I forget why it is famous.
Top Cat and I wandered further afield and saw how broken telephone poles are repaired:
That guy in the blue shirt is one second away from telling me and Top Cat to get the hell out of their way.
And in case you’re wondering, this is how our Bibs and our patio looked The Day After (Irene):
All we got was a bunch of downed leaves.
Here at Feral Cat Mansion, All Is Well.
So have a happy holiday weekend, everyone.
And to Irene, Merci mille fois.