Every cat accounted for, ma'am.

A windstorm rode through last night, without a drop of rain. The only damage we can see is that the tarp roof of the cat enclosure blew off.

It's no big deal to fix, but the cats can't be allowed into the pen without a roof and armed guards in the towers.

Six of them join me here on the couch to help me write this. Tell how it whacked me on the head and I could have died! Tell how I almost blew away and I could have died! Tell how it blew the hairball back down my throat and I could have died!