When the sea and the sky get into the informal partnership we like to call a hurricane, it seems like all heck’s broken loose. Here in Jersey, we’re used to heck breakin’ loose. Heck, we often break it loose ourselves.
Who knew how bad was it going to be? Well, along about noon on Monday our cat (the Jersey Girl par excellence) put her nose out the front door and considered a quick dash to avoid the litter box. If the Jersey Girl had been any other type of cat than the scrappy little tabby that she is, and a Jersey Native, she wouldn’t have risked it. As it was, she was out the door for a grand total of ten minutes and then dashed back inside. She had taken care of the essentials. Continue reading