Our cats have all hidden now. The cannon fire out there has to be heard to believed. And some of it is coming from the sheriff’s property. He’ll bleat and moan if I go do target plinking out of the back forty, but he’ll let his damn kids set my woods on fire. That ain’t right.
“Our cats have all hidden now.”
It’s better this year for the cats. They’ve gravitated to the back bedroom where there’s less noise. And we’ve turned on the air purifiers and dehumidifier at high power, the AC, and TVs. It’s pretty effective to disguise the fireworks.