This is my second rainy picture in a row. I’m not sure why that is. Maybe because I’m traveling to Nicaragua in a couple of days and it’s the rainy season? Maybe. Anyhow, I had fun with this story and played around with the paint a little more. Midnight did actually spend the night out in a thunderstorm once. And I found him the next day hiding in a neighbor’s backyard. I used to tell the real story to my nursery class children sometimes and they asked to hear it over and over. I hope you enjoy it, too. You can read it as many times as you want.
Midnight Tales 3—Stories of a Grumpy Cat: The Thunderstorm
Even though Midnight is grumpy, he really is a scaredy cat. My mom says it’s because someone left him and his mom and brothers and sisters in an alley all alone. Maybe it was on a stormy night, because he is really afraid of thunder. Usually, if there is a thunderstorm, he hides under my bed and doesn’t come out until it is all quiet again. Sometimes I like to hide under the covers when the storm gets really loud. I tried going under the bed once with Midnight, but it wasn’t very comfortable. Plus I scared my mom when she came to read to me and I wasn’t there.
But one day, my friends came over because it was my birthday. We played games and made pizzas and had cake and ice cream. As you can imagine, Midnight was pretty grumpy about this, so when my mom went to take out the garbage, he ran out the back door and into the alley. My mom went to look for him, but she didn’t find him. My friends all went home. The sky was getting very dark, not just because it was almost night, but because a storm was coming. Then I heard the clap of thunder. Mom and I looked out the back door. We thought Midnight would come running home. But he didn’t. We put on our raincoats and boots and Mom brought an umbrella. It was raining really hard and the wind was blowing and the thunder crashing. We called Midnight’s name as loud as we could. The storm was really loud. We walked up and down the alley, calling his name and looking, even though we couldn’t see very well, but no Midnight. Finally we went home and tried to sleep.
After a while the thunder stopped and the wind got quieter, but the rain kept falling. I heard my Mom get up a couple of times and open the back door. Finally, when the sky got a little light, I got out of bed. Mom was already dressed. I left on my pajamas and put on my rain boots. Mom grabbed a towel from the bathroom. Neither of us said much. We both knew what needed to be done. We walked back out into the alley and started calling Midnight.
We didn’t see him or hear him. Finally I heard a little meow from our neighbors backyard. Mom didn’t hear it, but I was sure I did, even though he didn’t answer when we called again.
We went into the backyard and finally saw him. He was hiding behind a big, leafy bush. We could hardly see him. I called, “Middy, come out. We’re here. It’s ok.” But he wouldn’t move. Mom reached into the bush and pulled him out. He was soaking wet and all shaky and quiet. She wrapped him in the towel and gave him to me and I carried him home. Mom and I were both crying because we were so glad to have him back again.
“You naughty cat,” I said as I dried him with the towel, but he wouldn’t know that was a bad thing because I said it very sweetly and sadly. When he was pretty dry and I had wiped the mud off his paws, I put him in my bed. My mom brought him breakfast in bed and I petted him while he ate. Pretty soon he was washing his face and purring. So I laid down next to him and took a nap. It had been a long night!