A Storm Brews in Brooklyn

The gathering storm has gathered and is blowing in Brooklyn. The shutters are clapping against the house and the eaves are creaking. The Lillywack got loose into the garden, though I’m surprised she made it down all the stairs on her own. Seems suspicious. I fear my premonition about oncoming wickedness is coming true. The creatures are all agitated, and I can’t shake the feeling that it’s not because of the weather.