the earthquake woke me at 5:30 this morning, and caused me to ask my bedmate what the hell was going on. “it’s an earthquake,” she mumbled, to which i responded, with my usual contrariness, that it couldn’t be. instead, i suggested it was a cat. there were three cats in the house, and none of them weigh more than 10 pounds. i’m not sure what i was thinking… maybe that they’d ganged up on us, and were using their little shoulders to rock the bed back and forth in a bid for more tuna? obviously, my subconscious has interesting ideas about the power of felines, and their capacity for inducing terror.
shaken (no long-term effects)