Remember how I made light of the recent Danish storm?
Well, it appears I have angered the wind gods, for they have sent a new, bigger storm to smite me.
Its deceptively innocent name is Bodil. While it may sound like an IKEA chair you bought for your grandma, make no mistake: Bodil is expected to last for as long as 24 hours and reach speeds higher than the previous storm.
Already now we’re locked safely inside our apartment with the wind raging outside. And when I say “safely,” I mean “in a state of constant fear over our windows finally blowing in.”
Our doors and windows are vibrating violently. The cats are freaking out.
Pebbles is now hiding in the bathroom, inside the sink, because she’s prudent and wise (and also a huge wuss). Django insists on staying right next to the shaking window and meowing at the storm outside, because he’s a goddamn idiot.
Seriously, I have now tried five separate times to carry that stubborn cat into the office with us. Every single time he runs right back to the kitchen window to check on the storm. If he was in a horror movie, he’d be the clueless teenager that goes inside the abandoned hut to take a shower, having just found out that three of his friends have been gruesomely stabbed there. Dumbass.
I do hope they build these windows to resist heavy wind, though. It’s a bit unsettling to watch the whole room vibrate like this. And it’s only supposed to get worse soon.
Wind gods, if you spare me today, I shall never make fun of Danish storms again for at least three days. Shit, the lights just flickered. OK, five days.
If anybody needs me, I’ll be in the bathroom with Pebbles, waiting out the worst of it.
Nest Expressed 
Django is all “I’ll be right back.. I heard a noise. I’ll investigate!” Damn white girls.
Stay safe and don’t show fear. Storms can smell fear.
Or is that sharks??
OMG… SHARKNADO!!!
Hugs!
Valerie
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Ha. Django probably thought we were such pussies, hiding out in the room while he was out there battling the storm alone.
Sharknado is so old news. How about stormnado? OK, sharknado was better.
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Spiteful gods- how dare they? I see from your comments that you guys are OK. That’s a good thing!
We have one cat that doesn’t seem to mind storms but he’s the happiest go lucky cat I’ve ever known. The others run under the bed or in the closet.
Five days of penance should suffice. Will you be able to do it???
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At the end both Django and Pebbles were alright. We all made it. Django can now go around telling other cats how he once scared the storm away.
I am only on day one, and am already tempted to mock the gods again. I will never learn.
Thanks for checking in.
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Perhaps Django is just a bad-ass storm watcher? The human equivalent of a storm chaser..ah..yeah..your right he is probably an idiot. Stay safe and updated when the apartment stops shaking.
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What if he’s actually a storm-whisperer, and he was trying to quieten it, while I was the idiot taking him away from his job?!
Thanks. The worst of the storm has passed now. It’s just icy winds now, for a change.
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Stay safe you guys.
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Thanks. We survived. Django’s sanity didn’t!
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Poor cat! I’m glad you survived and promised not to incur the wrath of Thor for 5 days. 😀
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Oh, no, I hope things go okay. It’s probably only a matter of time before you lose Internet access, and as we all know, there is truly no first-world problem greater than that… Be safe!
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If I lose the Internet, I’m not responsible for my actions. The Internet is my only friend.
Thanks, we’ll try to make it through. Can’t speak for Django , though. That cat must have a death wish.
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It sounds grim in Denmark – I hope you survive without too much damage.
In the UK earlier today we’ve had gales and some flooding; it seems the storms increased in venom since it left us.
Good luck
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Thanks. Yeah it’s definitely on the violent side. Also, thanks for sending us the storm, dude.
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