Minnie and Me: Weathering the Wild

 

 When the day began my excitement was unmatched. A weekend in a solitary cabin in the woods, what would go wrong? Turns out, a lot of things.

 

By late afternoon the first signs of the upcoming storm began to show. Minnie, my cat, refused to come out of the bed. The lights then went out followed by the cellular network. Then it began.

 

The wind chimes around the cabin swung, ringing their bells to the point where it had passed being melodious. The open windows were crashing against the window frames, threatening to shatter. I raced about, closing the thousand windows that this cabin seemed to have.

 

With the windows and the bedroom skylight closed, the storm only deemed a little in its sound.

 

"My clothes", I cried as I noticed something flying by the window. "My red shirt!" I hesitated just for a second before opening the back door.

As soon as the door opened the wind rushed in, trying to knock my balance off. It echoed madly off the cabin walls, shaking them as if a trapped beast.

 

I stepped outside and yanked the clothes along with the clothespin. Once inside I had to throw all my weight against the door to shut it tight.

 

I went to the bedroom hoping to find Minnie under the bed. But she wasn't there. God, I hoped that little energy ball was somewhere safe.

 

I sat on the bed, wrapped in a blanket for about five minutes before the branches scratching against the skylight got to me.

 

I gathered a matchbox, a few candles, a pillow, and a blanket and headed to the kitchen.

 

The door to the pantry was a step below the kitchen floor. The sturdy pantry was probably the best place to wait out the storm.

 

At the pantry door, I saw Minny in a corner, scrapping against it in an attempt to get it. I opened the door and she bolted inside. Together we camped in the cramped pantry until the storm began to die.