 Very early one morning I was
awakened from a very sound nap. I had been dreaming of running through a giant meadow. The
sun was streaking in through the trees and warming the air. There was a slight breeze
making the grasses wave to and fro. But the best part was the butterflies. There were
butterflies everywhere and they were all different colors. I had just picked out a
particularly beautiful orange one, which would be just perfect for chasing, when I felt a
slight tremor under my feet. It became very hard to stand and the meadow seemed to be
moving.BAM, I was awake and realized the ground really was moving. My
entire house was waving to and fro just like the grass in my dream. I knew this was not
normal and I was scared! I made myself very, very, very flat. I became a pancake on the
floor. The noise became deafening, there was a rumble from the ground and
outside car alarms were
going off, things were falling off shelves and some things even broke with a crash. Then,
just as quickly as it had started, it stopped.
The house stood still again and my family started rushing around. They were
talking about finding a radio, no electricity, checking the house, checking on the
neighbors, where are the CATS. I knew where one cat was but I wasn't feeling like walking
around just yet. In fact I was still just as flat as I could possibly be. Have you ever
seen a cat trying to be flat? Well, I can assure you that a cat can be extremely flat when
it wants to be.
The woman found me. She picked me up and carried me with her. She petted me and
talked very quietly to me. I felt much better being around her but, I was still scared.
She put me in the little bitty bathroom downstairs and told me she needed to find the
other cats. I was only there for a moment when she brought Morton in to be with me. My
woman told me she was still looking for Delilah and would bring her soon. Morton and I
felt very safe in the small room. Even when the ground moved again, which it did several
more times that day and for the next month too. I felt better being in the room. I did
make myself flat again though and so did Morton.
My woman didn't find Delilah for a very long time. Delilah was hiding behind the
washing machine. Our washer and dryer are in a closet that is just big enough to hold the
washer and dryer and let a cat walk around the outside edges. Delilah was behind the
washer and she was refusing to come out. She stayed there for almost a whole day when the
woman finally decided to use a broom and sweep her out. Delilah was most definitely a scaredy
cat!
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