Hurricane Madness

For those of you who ignored Amber's post:

Ike hit Houston, and now most of Galveston is a water park. Amber and I were in a mandatory evac zone (for both places... what are we? The McCains all of a sudden?), so we high-tailed it up to good old Plano, TX, where my mother's brother lives with his wife, mother-in-law and four cats.

We brought our two cats and our friend's/neighbor's cats (since they were on vacation in Cali), contributing four more cats to the local cat population. Yay, eight cats.
The cats handled it well in the following order:

Tucker: "Oh yay! Another home!"
Pequod: "I'm uncomfortable but curious... but the toys are great!"
Jessica: "I'm scared. Tremble tremble."
Gabi: "ROWR SNORT HISS GROWL!"

We were expecting Ike to follow us here, but he didn't. Instead he visited my parents. It was funny, my parents were grilling my uncle: "are you prepared for a blackout, etc.?" And he's all like, "yeah." And then they're the ones with the blackout. Irony. Or maybe irony as defined by Alanis Morisette.

One thing to note, though: my uncle seems to have an awful lot of "adult entertainment." Kinda weird...

Anyway, we're all all right, and we're planning on heading back very, very soon. Neither place was wanged, and at least one has power, so we're cool.

AND THAT DANGED TREE IS STILL STANDING? WTF MAN!?

That is all.