Peg has just been picked up by two local friends for evacuation. They have two hotels booked in different cities that should be out of Ida's path.

She had to make a very very difficult last minute decision not to rescue any of the cats. Sugarfoot was the only one around and travel for the little fusspot would be TORTURE for all including and especially her.

I feel guilty, of course. I am absolutely scared shitless for my friends. I am going to go off on the next person who gives me the lecture on how the cats will be fine-- I don't want to, because I know you have a point, but I can not afford to take on any false hopes right now.

I am in full stoic mode. I have already mourned for them and apologized to Bast and their little souls-- but we all knew this was the one thing we couldn't protect them from.

I will be overjoyed if they make it and destroyed if any don't. If the gods made bargains, and I know they don't, I'd offer up all my physical possessions to save them.

If they don't come through this, and/or if our place is uninhabitable beyond near-term repair, I will need TONS of emotional support and distractions. My most grateful appreciation in advance because I will probably not be functional enough to thank you properly then.