Earthquake in the Queen Charlotte islands! I don't know where that is, but humom was worried -- she loves her tattooist, Bart Willis, and the wonderful Haida people he works with and hopes everyone is okay. All these rocks in the middle of the water seem awfully precarious to me -- and am I right? hmm? Here we are in Hawaii and what is that? It's a bunch of islands and whenever we want to go anywhere I have to get squashed into a crate and stuck on a plane. Is that a system? I ask you.
Anyway, over there in Canada, where you would they they'd know better, they go and have an earthquake, and that means we're going to have a big wave here. Small rock in the middle of the ocean + big wave = not good news for the Mallie girl who likes to keep her feet and fur dry. Apparently many people agree, since immediately all the roads turn into parking lots, more so than usual. We live on the 5th floor so we "evacuate in place." In other words, humom goes up to the roof to watch the mayhem, which consists of some news people and fools messing around on the beach walk.
We watch some TV -- reports of accidents on the roads and all the stores selling out of toilet paper (eh?) -- and a conspicuous absence of big waves. Then everyone gets together to exchange war stories about The Tsunami That Wasn't. Your first clue not to panic: We animals slept soundly, unlike when there's an earthquake or a real tsunami. We'll let you know.
To those hupersons who thought it would be a good idea to tie up your dogs in the yard and lock your cats in the house in the flood zone while you drive up to party on the high ground, think about it for just one second.
--- Missy out
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