I was all jacked up tonight since there was FINALLY a new episode of House on. About 8:40 p.m., I heard a beeping and even Twittered that my neighbors’ alarm clock was going off and it was really fucking irritating. Reggie kept going over to the window, looking at me, looking out the window, etc. I was just like, whatever, and turned the TV up louder. About the time it registered that I was smelling smoke, the floor fire alarm went off. I knew something was up because it was way louder than usual so I guess when it’s on my floor it sounds different, which is good.

Let me just say that I am terrified of fire. As Miss Lucy and I were discussing when she called to make sure I wasn’t dead, I am so scared of fire that I left the building without the cats. I would like to be a good cat mommy but you know, when it comes right down to it, I value my life more. As I told Lucy, I didn’t want to be lying in the hospital, telling my endless parade of visitors, “But I had to get the cats!”

Anyway, I didn’t hear the fire trucks coming so I called 911 from my car. After waiting on hold for three minutes — there’s a recorded message that tells if you to set the phone down if you are in danger. Comforting, no? — I finally reached a dispatcher who transferred me to ANOTHER dispatcher, whom I told which apartment was smokey.

While all of this was going on, I sent a flurry of Twitters from the car, since I wanted to freak everyone else out since I was freaked out LOL. Everything is now ok, I found both of the kitties, they don’t seem to hate me for leaving them in the apartment. It’s about 15 degrees out now and I am very glad to be back inside.