Roofer + Cats = Trauma

Yesterday we had a horde of roofers descend on our house. Tigre, our Zoolander Cat (he is a gorgeous peanut butter tabby but incredibly stupid) normally lives outside but he cowered indoors, sticking near me like a blister and looking anxiously up whenever a loud noise happened on the roof.

This is Tigre.








Koushka, our Mini House Panther, is a big, bold Alpha cat. Unless there’s thunder. Then, he hides under the bed. He thought the roofers were thunder and spent all day, except their lunch break, in hiding.

Koushka, at lunch.

“Well? Are they gone yet?”





He was also convinced that my husband’s coincidental arrival when the roofers were leaving meant that Brian had somehow chased the thunder way.