I fixed a bite to eat, grilled swiss cheese and ham sandwich, steamed asparagus and a lovely salad. D*O*G of course was shadowing my every move around the kitchen and then into the living room. The human has food. No sooner than I got settled and the television on than Tommy, the cat, leapt to the right arm of my chair. This action prompted Holly, my dog, to close in on my right knee allegedly to keep an eye on the cat. In reality she was scoping out the plate to see if there was anything she wanted.
You know it's like to eat with three sets of eyes intent on the movement of the fork? Each of them practicing mental telepathy to convince me to share least they waste away in hunger.
The dogs are worried the cat will help himself to something off the plate for he is closer. D*O*G who had been sitting on my left foot runs out of tolerance for the cat and launches an attack. Now I have the cat on the back of the chair trying to reach around to snag a bite before I get it. My dog temporarily has retreated to the other side of the ottoman. However, as she has decided she WILL get part of my sandwich she is doing her best to maintain eye contact.
And then the aliens arrived. Brilliant flashes of light followed by rolling booms announced their descent into Earth's atmosphere. Window panes rattled. The whole house shook. D*O*G ran in circles barking. Holly stood up, looked around and took up position in front of but not facing me. Meanwhile Tommy dropped back down onto the arm of the chair and tried to act like he was not pressing up against me for protection.
More aliens arrived. One of their ships hit something. The crackling of the impact made all four of us wince. D*O*G took off racing around the house barking shrilly. Despite not having claws, Tommy had a death gripe on the arm of the chair. Curious of what got hit, I set my plate on the breakfast bar and went to look out the windows. About this time D*O*G determined he needed to go outside to fight the invaders.
I tried telling D*O*G it was lightning and thunder, right over head. I told him he didn't want any part of what was going on outside. But he's too short to see out the windows so he wasn't convinced. He was positive we were under attack.
Huge raindrops began to fall. What looked like a solid wall of water marched through the development. In no time we were encased in hazy gray darkness. A thousand mini hammers pounded on the roof. D*O*G tried enlisting Holly to go out with him to repel the aliens. Her attitude was "mom has ham and swiss cheese; the aliens will have to wait".
Most often storms like this are accompanied by strong wind. This one was different. There was hardly any wind thus making it very slow moving. My gosh can it rain in North Carolina! Hey, I'm from Oregon. I know about rain. But out here it rains hard and fast sort of like Oregon's coastal squalls. My cell phone began chirping with National Weather Service alerts for flash floods. Apparently D*O*G believed the alerts were a call to arms. Since Holly, who is tall enough to see out the windows declined his recruiting efforts, D*O*G turned his attention to Tommy.
Lightning flashed. Thunder boomed. The house shook. Windows and pictures rattled. D*O*G and Tommy ran back and forth between the entrance hall and dining room, one barking and the other making clicking noises. Holly and I just watched them.
A bit later I stretched out on the bed to read with Holly at my feet. Having worn himself out, Tommy curled up next to me for a nap. Finally D*O*G came into the bedroom and flopped on the floor. For a few minutes, inside at least, it was quiet.
I do not know what Tommy said to D*O*G but suddenly they were off racing around the house again. A new sound caught my attention. Figuring I'd best see what those two were getting into I stepped into the hall. Two black bodies came rushing by. Tommy missed the turn the slammed into the leg of an occasional table. As I bent to see if he was ok my eyes caught a glimpse out the window.
Oh dear; the aliens have unleashed zombie hordes. They marched acrossed the lawn and onto the roof. The din of their assault was incredible. Holly poked her head out of the bedroom to say "this doesn't sound good. Maybe I should help D*O*G mount a counter attack."
First I took Holly to a window and said "do you see what that is? You don't want any part of it." Then I opened the blinds in D*O*G's room and put him up on the bed so he could see. I swear I saw that dog's eyes grow wide. "That is hail. It will hurt you. There are no zombies on the roof." Tommy didn't believe me. He hid under a quilt. D*O*G remained standing on the bed growling under his breath. I'm pretty sure he didn't believe me either.
I am pleased to report we suffered no damge during the alien attack. The zombies failed to make it through the roof.