Firecracker Day comes but once a year. Or so you would think. Here in Canada, we have Victoria Day in May and Canada Day, the 1st of July. Both holidays culminate in filling the night time sky with loud booms and flashes of colour.
We cats, of course, care nothing for an old Queen’s birthday nor when the country was enacted into the Dominion (now country) called Canada. All we know is, come sunset, a cacophony of thunderous, scary noises saturates the evening with raucous commotion.
You would think that human beings ought to have enough sense not to allow us felines outside on such terrifying nights. But no. Out we go. (Not to point the finger or paw, but they should be immune to the pathetic meowing at the door.)
The whirls, the whistles and crashes send us scurrying for our lives (all nine of them). And as if this were not horrendous enough, we then have to endure copious abuse for running away and being too frightened to come back inside. Sometimes, a cat’s life is filled with pandemonium.