Since it's Thursday, Dante is out in the front garden making sure that there's nothing amiss.
"Not dat I wudn't mind a 'Miss' in mai life, yoo unnerstand -- but I cant negleck mai dooties!"
"Wun fing fur shur -- Dada needs ta do sum whipPURRsnippin'. Dis patio is beginnin' ta look like a golf course!"
... Dante retreats under the bench.
"Mebbe it's wun of dose TWISTAHS!"
"Mus' be a CATegory 5 -- I herd dey kin sound like 'afraid' train."
"Dis reely BLOWS!" exclaims Dante, shivering in fright.
"Pleez, pleez doan lets it carreh me away!"
Then as suddenly as it came ...
... so it went! And all was peaceful again.
The wind died down and Dante came out from under the bench.
Now Dante can relax -- until next week, that is ... when the garbage truck comes around again!