The Almost Fire
I now know the top three things that I'd save in a fire - my cat. my dog. my laptop.
Just a little while ago, my mom ran in to tell my sister and me (who were fast asleep) that the washing machine was making smoke and "practically on fire." I hopped out of bed, leashed up Marge (who thought she was going for a walk and actually proved difficult to leash, so I used my agility martingale) and took my sister and her out to my car barefoot.
I went back inside since the imminent threat was removed (the washer was unplugged) to find my cat (located behind our seldom-used treadmill) and load her in the carrier. Though she meowed as though someone was murdering her, she was cooperative. I took her out to the car, too.
After the FDNY had arrived (really weird seeing 4 or 5 trucks in front of your house and even weirder hearing the sirens in the distance knowing they're coming TO YOU), I went back in again to get my laptop, just in case.
They tested the washing machine and found that it was, indeed, the problem, not the electric system or anything like that. As soon as they plugged it back in, it started smoking again. They assured my mom it was NOT going to go on fire, and went on their way.
Marge seemed intrigued by all of the commotion, not afraid of it. For the most part, she either looked out of the window or curled up in the back of my car. She watched interestedly as the last fireman talked to my mom and climbed in to his truck.
Marge is now in the backyard with me, and the cat is upstairs in my room with my sister. The basement stinks of smoke, but otherwise, we're safe.
Crisis averted, but it does make me wonder about our readiness in the case of a real problem. What do you do to ensure that the four footers in your house would get out safe?


