That song has been stuck in my head. It's REO Speedwagon if you aren't familiar. It's not quite applicable, but good enough. It's weird what goes through my mind when I can't distract myself with the usual methods.
Kitten and I decided not to ride out the storm by ourselves, so we went to visit a friend, where thankfully we had our own room. I kept her locked in there because I was terrified she might run away to hide, and I'd never find her. Plus now wasn't the time to see how well she could get along with others. She kept her new pretty pink harness on for 3 days straight just in case I needed to grab her fast. And because I wrote phone numbers on it in Sharpie. Mostly she snuggled on the bed, glued to my side.
During the most intense part of the storm, after losing power, when tornado cells were popping up everywhere every few seconds according to the news on the portable radio, she ran into her new carrier all by herself to hide. I locked it, grabbed my pillow, and rested my head on top of the crate, sitting on the floor, against an interior wall.
I turned off the radio because it was only amping up my anxiety. So many tornadic cells, they could barely announce them all before a new one showed up. My friend was in another room calming his pets. I knew we had close to six hours of this before it lightened up a little. I kept my ear tuned in for the roar of a tornado, ready to grab her and run, but fortunately didn't hear it.
Spoiler alert: We survived. :)
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