Our little home has been lucky of late. We’ve been on the outer bands of destruction of two nefarious creatures by the names of Harvey and Irma. Hurricanes, by any name, are nasty beasts. Winds, rains…some may think it’s just a really bad storm. But make no mistake, hurricanes are living, breathing things, creatures with a hard desire to destroy. There’s nothing to do but duck and cover.
We have full sympathy for those caught with nowhere to go. We’ve taken in friends fleeing the storm (and a guinea pig, oh joy of joys! What a wonderful creature!) and helped where we could in other ways. Even as we write this, convoys are ferrying scared animals of every type and stripe out of the affected areas. Working in shifts, survivors are carried to safe places along routes north and west. Volunteers are taking in these refugees, offering a place of rest after a difficult journey.
The images after such a monstrous attack are often shocking and serve as a not so gentle reminder of the power of nature and how little control we really have. It’s often a trigger for reflection on life, both in the grand scheme and the more local sense. As felines, we appreciate reflection. It’s one of our favorite activities. Especially when the outcome of all that reflection is a deeper appreciation for all things cat.
Amid all the stories of destruction, we did see one piece that made us happy. Richard Branson, founder of Virgin Airlines, waited out the storm as it wreaked havoc on his private island in the British Virgin Islands. Originally making do in two rooms in the main building, Branson and the other guests and employees decided to move to a more secure spot. That would be the concrete bunker that served as the estate’s wine cellar. Well really, if you’re forced to hide from a massive storm, what better place to do it. A picture posted of Branson and company in the cellar show several glasses of red on the table, which seems like a good choice to us. White wine just seems like it might be a little too chipper for such extreme weather.
The wine cellar held up and the gang huddled in the bunker survived. The decision to relocate turned out to be a good one. Irma was a category five when it passed over Little Necker, and Branson reported that most of the structures on the island had been destroyed.
Many of the other Caribbean islands faced the same level of destruction and reports are emerging of food and water supplies running low. So if you haven’t yet, please consider helping if you can. Donate money, drop off canned goods at a collection point, or offer to take in a stranded pet or two. You’ll feel better for it.