Last night, there was a lot of flashes of light and loud booming sounds coming from outside! It also sounded like their was a million double crossing hares peeing on our roof! I really should stop eating Mexican before bedtime! I always figured if something really bad happened, whatever it was, would happen to the furball. I mean really, bad stuff doesn’t happen to the beautiful breeds, just the half bred idiots, and I’m living with the king of the half wits! But I digress, as you probably know, the furball has been sleeping upstairs lately, leaving me all alone. Usually, I don’t mind, but if I need to provide an intruder with a sacrificial lamb, who better to serve up than the furball! Getting back to all the flashing and loud sounds outside, It all made me freak out and start crying. After a while, mom came downstairs and slept with me on the couch. This morning, dad started laughing at me because I was scared of a “thunderstorm.” A thunderstorm, really? Who knew? Don’t I feel a little foolish! By the way dad, what’s a thunderstorm? The girl they call Summer told dad about a thunder shirt. It’s a shirt I would wear to prevent me from becoming scared, kind of like sleeping with a .38 under your pillow. Dad said he wasn’t buying any such thing! He added he would give me a thunder hammer, but not a thunder shirt. After the talk about the thunderstorm, I started itching. I’m not talking a little itching, I’m talking itching like Whoopi’s boyfriend after a third date! I was contorting myself as best I could, but curses! I kept right on itching! Then mom totally confused me. Now, as far as I know, I’ve never lived, or, visited the show me State. But mom kept saying to me “you need to be put out of your Missouri.” My Missouri? I know I’m Chinese royalty, but I really don’t think I own Missouri, Virginia and Nevada sure, but not Missouri! Besides, I certainly don’t think I’ve done anything to be put out of the State!