Thunderstorms are moving in and Persia is sitting here meowing at me.  The
closet door is open; she can go in, but she's looking at me like, "Aren't
you coming with me?"  No, sweet kitty, it's just noisy weather.  Nothing to
worry about yet.  She really hates thunder.

Me, I'm gonna make a pot of parritch (Hamyln's Scottish pinhead oats)
simmered in milk and seasoned with salt & pepper; no sugar in oats in this
house! A nice hearty breakfast my grandpa Geordie would have approved of.

If I'm going to get blown away, I might as well do it on a full stomach :)
Persia already ate and drank her drab of milk.

Jill