It’s the end of the world as he knows it
Earthquake this morning.
Pookie: yawned and went back to sleep.
Me: would have yawned and went back to sleep, but
Tweedledum: jumped straight up in the air, bounced off the back of the bed like it was a trampoline, careened into the bedroom door, knocked over his food bowl, overturned the water bowl, knocked my sweater off the chair it had been hanging on, knocked a pile of books off the kitchen table, jumped on the couch and tore through the cushions, bounced off the coffee table, and came to a stop in the middle of the living room, all fluffed up like a puffer fish and with eyes bigger than the moon.
Apparently, in the year we’ve had him, Tweedledum has never experienced an earthquake.
I don’t think he liked it much.