America's Birthday Cats

Another special day for the humans, and Kasey and I really don't like this one. We are happy that our country has a 237th birthday, but the way the people celebrate it is to shoot off fireworks. Kasey and I don't like the noise the fireworks make, whether it is small pops or big booms. It helps that He and She don't shoot off fireworks. In fact, She doesn't like fireworks at all, unless they are in a big show somewhere, and professional fireworks-shooters set them off. I kind of remember that we could see through the window where some place nearby was shooting fireworks, and we could see them burst open and send out showers of light.She thought they were pretty, but I thought they were scary. She is a little bit scared today, too. When the neighbors go into the street and set them off here, our grass is very dry, and so is our roof, so She has the fire department on speed dial. That means she can get them fast, with one button push. I will cross my paws and hope that no fires start tonight. Her old brother, who has died, was a fireman, and he got Her worried about fireworks fires. She is still worried, He isn't. Well, it will soon be over. If you are wondering about our fleas, the collars seem to be working. She brushed a bunch of dead fleas out of my fur this morning, but She would like it better if we would take the medicine. She will not have any luck with that. Today we needed a special menu to celebrate the USA's birthday, so She is making an all-American beef stew, with lots of vegetables. I will enjoy that gravy, if I'm not too scared. He and She will like it too, but Kasey won't care. I hope you have a nice birthday for the USA, and She says She hopes all my readers will vote for smart, fair people next time so the country doesn't go down the tubes. (Remember that one?) I'll be glad when it's over. Farewell for now.