Yesterday was a very scary day for Frankie and Freddie… and all animals… wild or pets. The cats were already on edge because of the yoyos in the neighborhood letting off illegal fireworks in the creek for several days before July the Fourth.
Then at 10:33am the 6.4 earthquake struck. I was sitting upstairs working on the computer in my loft when I felt and heard the building creaking and then swaying. I walked VERY gingerly downstairs to the living room feeling like I was on a roller coaster. Although the epicenter was 100 miles away it was the strongest quake I have felt since moving in here 18 years ago. Not nearly as strong as the 1994 Northridge earthquake when I was living about a mile away, but the epicenter of that one was more local.
Frankie took refuge in the towel cupboard and would not come out all day! Freddie was much more laid back about the whole thing but he generally follows me around the house anyway so it’s hard to tell how concerned he was. Here he is on the scanner behind my desk so I can turn around and give him a scratch every now and again.
There were after shocks all day. And living in LA, of course there are numerous fireworks shows all over the city. From about 7:30pm until 10:30 it sounded like a war out there. Some explosions were so loud they shook the building. Some years I leave the building to enjoy fireworks with friends. But yesterday I was home and I’m glad because I believe it gave the cats some reassurance that all was well.