Nasty Weather

Dear Diary,
Horrible, horrible, horrible. That's what the weather has been like for the past three days. If it wasn't blowing a gale, the rain was falling too fast to go out into, and if it wasn't raining then humans were clapping in delight as big bright lights exploded in the sky. They called it Bonfire Night, but it was just an excuse to make lots of noise and scare me.
Smudge has spent the weekend sleeping. He can't get out, so he's taken to lying on the beds or settee until the weather improves. I think I might join him.

Do we hibernate?

Boom bang a bang

Dear Diary,
The man pet is keeping us held inside as prisoners again. It's always at this time of the year that it happens. Smudge is going stir crazy every night. I'm expecting to see him holding a metal cup in his hand soon and rattling it backwards and forwards across the patio doors. Mind you, with all the bangs and crashes that have already started outside I'm quite glad to be inside in the warmth.