Cyclone Horrors.

Yesterday  I heard the most purely tragic story about last week's storm. A friend of a friend of ours had recently bought herself a new kitten - she'd only had it for a month. This woman has an apartment in an older building in Main Beach, and in every sort of weather she leaves the kitchen window open - just a little, to let the breeze through.  On the night of the biggest rain, the little cat jumped up onto the counter - and was instantly airborne, sucked right out through the window.    Whoosh!
            “How high up was she?” I said hollowly.
            Our friend shook her head slowly. “Twenty-nine stories.”