Tuxie Tuesday

Tomorrow is the Fourth of July here in the US.  That means the air is full of bangs and booms and cracks and rat-tat-tats of firecrackers and fireworks.  I do not like crack-and-boom storms, and I don't like firecrackers or fireworks either.

Tell me when it's over.

Happy Fourth of July!

As you all know, I do not like crack-and-boom-storms. I do not like fire-cracker-boomers either, and last night was full of fire-cracker-boomers going off every other minute. I found a good place to hide, and I am staying put.No, I am not hiding in the Zuke-eenie. Mom just wants to show off.

Firecracker Firecraker BANG! BANG!

I do NOT like firecrackers. The not-so-little sticky people next door were lighting firecrackers last night. I was in the window hammock looking outside, listening to the nighttime sounds and smelling the nighttime smells. Mom was sewing. It was really nice and peaceful.

Suddenly a series of pops, bangs, and very loud explosions interrupted the quiet. I was so surprised and frightened that I jumped out of the cat hammock and ran away to find a safe place to hide.

The safest place I could think of was under Mom's bed. And it would have been a good spot, had not Jasmine been under there, also hiding from the firecrackers. She hissed at me, at I let her, because I was more scared of the firecrackers than I was of her.

She didn't like that much and tried to attack me. I moved away from her, and scooted between the two big boxes Mom has under the bed. Neither Jasmine nor the firecrackers could get me there.

I hate firecrackers.

I can live without lawnmowers too, come to think of it. And leaf blowers.