For the first time in my three years of living in this ass apartment building, the fire alarm went off.

Imagine this; it’s 10:30 on a Sunday night, I’m blasting cucks in Train Station with SEBJ, and the alarm starts absolutely blaring. I had to leave the squad. Bad teammate.

So I look into the hallway. No signs of smoke or a fire, but people are leaving their apartments and going outside. Fine.

I get outside and see someone from my hallway, and what do you think they have around their shoulder? Their fucking CAT in a little carrying case.

Wow.

It did not even remotely occur to me that if there was an actual fire last night, Covy and Melon would be literal toast.

In my head, I was ready to run in and grab them if I saw a fire. But I have to imagine that’s against protocol.

The thing of it is though, I wouldn’t be able to get Covy even if I tried. He’s a baby. Loud noises scare him and he hides. If I had 60 seconds to find Covy and get him into a cat-carrier while an alarm is going off at 110 decibels, he’d be dead. 100%.

Melon on the other hand would be a piece of cake. That cat has no idea what’s going on.

So if a real fire happens tonight, I’ll be able to save the cat I don’t want, but the cat I do want will disappear forever.

RIP. Always be prepared.