Poor New Orleans
As if the actual hurricane were not bad enough, a levee broke, so Lake Pontchartrain is pouring into the city. The water keeps rising at record speed. I feel so helpless. To me, this feels like 911 all over again. It is terrifying not to know the were abouts of dear friends, only to know that where they used to live is under water. I wish I could go there to help them right now. I wonder about my cats at my mom's house, specially Domingo, my favorite cat. I hope my mother had the presence of mind to open the attic and leave a "PETS INSIDE" sign on the door. I think I can live with the fact that all the stuff my family had is gone, but I do not know how well my mother or my little sister are going to be able to cope.