Thankful Thursday—False Alarm

An alarming thing happened this morning at the condo. My Facebook furrends might've read about it already. TW was sitting at the computer reading me some of your blogs when suddenly this Cod-awful sound came blasting into our apartment. I'd never heard anything so loud. It was louder than the vacuum. It was even louder that Pop's snoring! TW responded by uttering a word I won't repeat here.

I was laying on Pop's bed just like this when suddenly …

Then TW jumped into action. She ran to get dressed. She scurried around, muttering to herself. Meanwhile, the cat on the bed lifted her head out of a dreamy sleep. The cat wondered what was going on. TW doesn't jump like this unless … unless … some evil human is coming to invade our privacy. After being ignored for awhile, the cat decided to save herself.

THE CAT jumped and ran to her office UTB in TW's room. It was then TW finally remembered she had a cat. Ooopsy! She got on the floor and stuck her head UTB and told the cat it was OK to come out. The cat responded by going up further into the box spring.

Whoa! Flames! Get me outta here!

TW has assured me—yeah, right— that she felt the door and then looked out and there wasn't a trace of smoke, fire or even an odor of smoke. She claims she would've gotten me if she'd smelled something. The cat doubts this as history proves otherwise. When the alarm went off a second time, she called the desk downstairs. We thank the Condo Management and Association for warning us in advance that they were installing a new Fire Alarm System. NOT! They have a web site, forum AND e-mail alert system but did not prepare us for this. If this had been an actual emergency, no one would've been the wiser.

A few years ago, we DID have an actual fire down the hall. Guess what, the fire alarm never went off that time. TW awoke to the smell of smoke and looked out the door. She saw smoke coming from the apartment down the hall. She panicked that time and ran without the cat. She met the Super on her way downstairs and told him. Can you believe he had to investigate before calling the fire department. By the time, the FD arrived, it had already burned through the floor into the apartment downstairs. It started when a light from a turtle tank got knocked unto the floor.

Thankfully this DIDN'T happen!

As TW was standing in the courtyard, she suddenly remembered she had a cat and begged the firemen to get me. They had already let the dog walker go up and get all the dogs that lived on our floor. "Please save my cat", she cried then she called Pop. She cried! She fretted! When they distinguished [sic] the fire, everything smelled smokey and it was hard to breathe. Our apartment—with THE CAT still inside—reeked. No one knows what went through THE CAT'S mind as firemen stomped through the hall with their hoses. No one knows how scared THE CAT was, smelling that fire burning.

Pop would've made THE CAT his first priority. He wouldn't have left without HIS CAT! He would've saved THIS LITTLE GHETTO CAT!

The Super and all the neighbors called TW a hero that time for being so quick to alert the authorities and saving their apartments. To THE CAT, she was more like a ZERO.