Hello Hanna

Hey, I was sleeping here. What's all the fuss about? Could you keep it down? Geez, a cat can't catch a break. The sun is shining. The air is warm. And I had just found the perfect spot in the front flowerbed to snooze off my breakfast.
Oh. "Move Lenny," Erin says. "Hurry up. Chop Chop."
Okay already, I'm movin' as fast as I can.
Well folks, things are in full swing here. Seems we are sitting in the path of some big storm named Hanna. It has all these big 'uns scrambling. They are haulin' in water. Wait, I didn't see any kitty treats. Guys, What about the Kitty treats?
I guess they didn't hear me.
Here comes the big tanks that go on the grill. Maybe they are planning to make me some fish for dinner. NOT. Miss Erin never lets me eat the fun stuff. It's always healthy, healthy, smealthy. Wait. Fish IS healthy. I'll probably still get kitty kibble.
I'm just going to find another place to chill until they get done with whatever it is they have planned. I'm sure they will let me know if they need me.
Somebody needs to stock up on powdered doughnuts. I'm sure I saw that listed in the get ready guide. Okay, I hear you. No, I can't read. I made it up. I just want powdered doughnuts already.
So, if my kitty condo doesn't blow away and Miss Erin doesn't pack us all in the RV and run for the hills, I'll be back soon to fill you in on all the excitement in my neck of the woods.