When July 4th encountered a hurricane. It was hot the entire week, we sweated bucks. The cats looked for any cooling stone surface to lay on. Then, July 4th arrived, the BBQ day of the year. However, hurricane Arthur made its way up the East coast, taking a straight aim at Maine and Canada after taking a right turn in North Carolina. It has been raining literally buckets, for 24h straight. Neighbors’ kitty took shelter in my garage, looking disheveled, and ready for a big breakfast this morning. By 2pm the hurricane should have moved on, and we are back to sun, upper 80s and summer. A belated BBQ, and resumed summer touristy activity.