Dry Cats

We were dry in two ways today. When we first woke Them up, there was no water. None of the taps worked, and Their litter tubs didn't work.  He was frantic. It is not unusual for Him to get frantic, so She just calmly got Him the piece of paper that told Him where to call to get it fixed. It turned out that there was a problem with all the houses where we live, and the water guys were fixing it. He felt a little better, but then He had a problem with His  bank, and he was frantic again. Anyway, we waited for them to fix the water, and She took Her medicine by drinking coffee with the pills. That suits me, She said.  After awhile, the water came back on and everything was fine again. Then, while She was eating Her lunch, it started to thunder and rain. None of us had to go outside, so we were dry again. It was back to the closet for me. Funny thing is, the thunder doesn't bother Kate.  Even though she hears it and looks around, that little kitty doesn't need to hide. That's what living on the mean streets does for you, Cofs, She told me.
The thunder and rain don't bother Her. I think She knows some science about that, but I don't understand it. What bothers Her right now is that She doesn't feel very good. She keeps holding Her head and clearing Her throat, like it's kind of sore. I hope She doesn't get sick. She hates to be sick. She isn't even going to fix dinner tonight. He and She will get it from a place down the street where they have fancy eggs with rice. Sometimes it has shrimp in it. And They get good gravy to pour on it. I will do OK for a nice, dry cat. Shalom.