Entry Four

Dear Diary,

          I spent most of today on the roof making a ladder from four coils of Samson rope and my superior Scoutmaster skills, while watching the neighbourhood ship out via Schoolbus. A FEMA Agent stood outside of the front gate during this and waved off other clipboard holding FEMA agents. Our friend from this morning I presume? He didn't leave us any messages. I kept my head down and didn't let Thomas play in his sandpit – if it wasn't TEOTWAWKI outside, it was inside for the rest of the day after that. Thomas decapitated three of Casey's barbies and let the cat escape. I still haven't decided what to do about Penelope. Anyone who's ever owned a cat knows that doors must be opened to our feline overlords upon demand. The warning about Cats and the “situation” requiring full HAZMAT points to some sort of infectious disease. Unless the guy had a phobia, huh! Maybe that would explain the HAZMAT suit!
          Anyway I don't want to talk about Penelope. It was around 5pm when the last bus left and I was about to head down to separate the kids again when a boy ran down the main road pushing a shopping cart full of blankets and soda. He left the cart every so often and kicked open several of the neighbourhood doors, dashed in – and back out. I always keep a rifle on the roof for Skeet practice, through the scope I could tell he wasn't robbing the places. He came back each time empty handed. Then he was at our front gate. He went to kick the lock when Penelope jumped up on the gatepost. The boy literally threw himself back, grabbed a pile of blankets out of his trolley and ran, checking back for Penelope every few seconds, he tripped on the curb, frantically unravelled his blanket, checked his “stash” and kept running until I lost sight of him after Winslow and East.
        Penelope never once looked up from grooming herself. I followed her with the scope when she jumped down, ran up the porch steps and disappeared from view. I didn't need to see her any more though, her meow grew louder by the instant. She was a hero, I couldn't lock her out! Checking to make sure no one was around, I called down to her. She arrived with a purr of indignation and stalked into the house, tail regally high. By the time I got down the two flights of stairs to the kitchen, Thomas patted her fur while she ate her tunafish biscuits. I refuse to worry about this, it's just a cat! More then that, it's Penelope, besides she was only out of the house less then an hour, Okay, maybe two, but not longer then that. She doesn't hardly leave our garden anyway! If there was some crazy cat disease, then the cat would have to catch it right? From being in a fight or something or doing other stuff cats do. I checked her over fully for any signs of injury or sickness. Her nose was cold, if that counts and she ate all her food. I don't understand why everyone's acting so weird about cats today!

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