It’s been so windy here for the last few days that when mummy and I have gone out for walkies I’ve had to ask mummy to hold on extra tight to the lead so that I don’t blow away. You might laugh and think I’m joking but even the plants have been blowing away so there’s every chance a little kitty like me might fly away too.
I’m getting much more used to the windy weather and when it’s just the right kind of windy I get a mad case of the windy zoomies, rushing around, chasing the leaves and then my zoomies normally end up with me in the top of a tree. You can’t beat a good tree climb to finish off a round of zoomies. It’s just my way of letting go and just being happy, running free with no care in the world, look at me mummy I’m a super cat I shout at the top of my voice as I run around like a mentalist, boy that feels good, just running for the sake of it, just because it feels good, I feel invigorated and truly alive. I like the way the wind blows the leaves around and my fur goes one way for a bit and then whoosh it’s all blowing back the other way, it tickles and takes my breath away.
There so many noises to hear and I’ve just got to explore all of them, chasing leaves this way and that, checking out the rustling noises coming from the bushes but sometimes it gets very loud and swirly which makes me a bit nervous as I can’t tell quite where it’s coming from. My hearing is so good that if it gets really noisy I can’t quite work out where everything is or what it is, everything is just one loud noise and it can be really overwhelming so over the years I’ve learnt to adopt what mummy calls the ‘duck and cover’ mode. When I can’t quite pinpoint something and I’m not sure what it is or where it’s coming from I crouch close to the ground (for safety) and tilt my head up so that my radar ears can get a better angle to try to locate where the noise is coming from and what it might be. Then as the noise passes it’s back to normal and I’m off chasing after another leaf.
Recently it’s been so windy that it made the fence rattle and bang about and that was quite a scary noise at first but with mummy by my side and telling me it was all ok I started to get used to the noise. It was hard though as it just happened every so often, it’s not a regular noise and sometimes it would bang once and sometimes it would surprise me and bang again very quickly. This is very difficult to get used to but gradually I’ve realised that even though it’s a very sudden noise it’s not something that will hurt me so it’s not so bad after all. Whilst out and about we almost ran into one of mummy’s plants, luckily my whiskers felt it just in time but it isn’t normally lying there on the grass. Phew it was lucky my super blindie senses were paying attention but I did wonder what it was doing there? “Oh no” mummy said “the winds blown down the trellis with the honeysuckle, daddy and I will have to put that somewhere safe and try and save it.” Well I was very glad that I knew mummy had a firm grip on my lead so I didn’t blow away too.
I started to wonder if my days of windy walkies would ever end, it seemed to be day after day after day of blustery weather. As much as it’s fun getting windy zoomies I can’t hear my friends the birdies playing in the bushes and trees and I really wanna join in with them but mummy kept saying “don’t worry Jenny there’s always a calm after the storm” and she was right as usual, sure enough just in time for the weekend the sun started to come out, the birds started to play and mummy took me out for extra long walkies. She said that today was a very special day where we remember how lucky we are to be able to live our lives how we want to, I sat, just for a moment in my special poppy bandana thinking about what a lucky kitty I am to be living my best life with mummy, daddy, Millie and Angelin. I remembered the day that changed my life forever and the kind hands and voices of the ladies who rescued me, cared for me, loved me and found me my furrever home. Thank you Anna and Irene, I will never forget you, you will always have a place in my heart.
Jenny’s Story 