The Town Crier

New jobs in voice over are popping up all the time! By sheer accident, I think I may have found my newest 'calling'.

Yesterday evening while watching American Idol, one of the worst storm surges I have ever experienced happened upon my neighborhood. My husband had warned me it was on its way, but I was completely caught off guard by how strong it was. Wind gusts came through at around 50 miles per hour toppling patio furniture, and doing minor damage to homes all around.

As soon as the first gust hit the house, it occurred to me that my beloved cat was still outside! I frantically ran to the back of the house, throwing the door wide open, and began screaming his name over and over. I called and called, and didn't even care that my neighbors were flipping on their lights and opening windows to see what the commotion was all about. So what if I was getting strange looks, I wanted my baby back home safe!

After about 5 minutes of screaming again and again, I heard a faint howl. Then it became louder and louder until my sweet kitty came bounding over the fence running for shelter. I scooped him up in my arms, wrapping a towel around his wet, muddy, and shivering body. He was scared, but perfectly fine.

Smothering him with kisses, I walked into the living room to tell my husband. That's when it hit me like a ton of bricks.

You see, my cat's name is Storm.

So, during one of the fastest and most ferocious storms in years, I stood on my back porch screaming, "Storm, Storm, Storm!" Perhaps this could be why I was getting such strange looks from the neighbors.

I'm not sure when I will be able to look any of them in the eye again, but there is a silver lining to the story. My husband has promised me a new pair of hiking boots if I will stand on the back porch tonight screaming, "Partly cloudy, partly cloudy, partly cloudy!"