Cats in Peril

She is always telling me to relax, to be calm. Don't be afraid, Cofs, She says. You are safe here. Well, what about last night? There were all kinds of warnings on the TV. They interrupted Their programs, so they must have been important warnings. Then the thunder started, and believe me, it went on all night, with lightning and loud rain. I didn't even feel safe in my closet, so I had to scrunch down as small as I could and go under the TV cabinet. She could not believe Her eyes to see I still fit under there.  Later on, when the thunder was over, I came out and gave Her lots of snuggles and a good massage. Maybe now it was safe to relax. HA. I went to lie down in the hallway, and along He comes and steps on my tail! I couldn't help making a loud yow, so at least She scolded Him for nearly crushing me to death - or at least the very end of my tail. He said it was not His fault, since it was dark.. Next time it's dark, I may just step on His tail and see how He likes it.  Well, I am fairly safe now, so I'll go check on dinner.
I don't care what She says. Relaxing just leaves you open to a pain in the tail. TTYL.