Cats Survive NYC's Hurricane Irene in Evacuation Zone C, Unaccompanied by Humans....

When the Powers That Be closed NYC airports at noon on Saturday (for almost 48 hours!) and thereby stranded JoJo and I in Norway, little did they know that they were condemning these poor kitties to a long, lonely weekend in a depopulated evacuation zone. A classic case of cat vs. storm. Although the membrane of the apartment was not pierced and on the surface, there was no physical damage to property or cat, what were the horrors that they experienced? Do deep psychological scars remain from the howling winds and rain lashing at their windows as it never had before? Did the fantastically low barometric pressure disrupt their physiological equilibrium and sense of well-being? So far, they are not exactly opening up about their experiences. When asked about the storm, XingXing emitted several sharp and insistent meows and promptly rolled on his back, demanding a belly rub. FuFu remains as enigmatic and unresponsive to questioning as ever. One gets the sense that the cats have forgiven mother nature for her excesses, and their humans for vacationing during the first hurricane to hit NYC in decades. They want to move on. And most importantly, they want to know if the birds who had been nesting on the ledge above their favorite window are coming back....