Funny entry, part two...

Car was parked, hubby had entered the house and his laptop was already up and running, when a distinct whirring made me have a look outside the window: yup, another storm had made its way into the garden. I named it Suzy like my sister, because of the apparent conformity in nature: untamable, unpredictable and always in the wrong place at the wrong time. I dashed outside to rescue plants and gardening utensils, then bolted the patio door while disaster struck once again. Two cats curiously watched the raging inferno from their safe place on my dresser -only that those cats weren´t mine (please note: close the patio door when tidying up outside!). I am the tin opener of a completely black cat, Namo the Glutton (I wonder what Tolkien would say to my naming, considering my Namo is heavily overweight and miaows with a squaeky voice, now imagine the Doom of the Noldor spoken by an overweight Vala with falsetto) and a slender classic Tabby called Vaire, both of them apparently waiting in the bathroom upstairs for the evening feed. On the dresser there were a Tuxedo cat and a Calico. "Oh no!" I hissed to get hubby´s attention, which should have meant "major disaster approaching", because I only swear when the situation is not that dire. Hubby did not come to the rescue, while my cats did, unfortunately. That was one hell of a pursuit, my cats chasing the intruders all over the house until I finally got things sorted out: bathroom - my cats, cloakroom -neighbour´s cats. After the wind had died away I let my guest cats out again. See, no harm done save a few scratches when I had to grab Namo the Glutton! And Namo, if you are going to spray all those places the other cats have dared to visit, chance is that your privileged indoor-life will come to a sudden end, and you´ll have to struggle through outdoors, so better heed the Doom of the Tinopener!