On Tuesday morning at about 1 AM I woke in my apartment and there was smoke everywhere in my bedroom.
I ran and got the fire extingusher(SP?) and tried to put out the blaze in my bed room. The first FE died and I ran outside and grabbed another. When I got in the apartment the smoke was so thick I knew I couldn’t do anything and ran outside. (Did I meantion that I sleep in the nude?).
Thankfully someone had already called the fire department and they showed up just I went outside. The firemen broke in the windows and started hosing down the fire. I told them that my three cats might still be inside. At that point I was put in the ambulance and given oxygen. I was pretty well out of it.
After a while, I don’t remember how long, a fireman walked up and handed me a pair of sweat pants and a jacket which I put on. He told me that the fire was out and they didn’t find my cats inside.(It was an electrical fire) One of the neighbors had my namesake, Slee, but the other two cats were nowhere to be found. By this time my sister had arrived and we looked for my other two kittens with no luck. Then, one of my neighbors said she saw someone take my other cats. We figured that another neighbor took the cats in and decided to look for them the next day. I went to my sisters house with Slee and crashed.
The next day we came back to my apartment to look for my kitties and see how bad the fire was. We went in and my bedroom, bathroom, closet and %70 of my living room are gone. Toast, water and black ash. All my clothes gone. My bed, dresser, all the bedroom funriture is gone. In the other room my desk made it, my laptop and a monitor and hopefully my TV, VCR, Stereo and my tower. I don’t know about the last four because I haven’t moved them out yet. My other furniture, couches and chairs are gone.
At that point I went into the kitchen, which survived intact, and started opening cabinets. I opend the cabinet under the sink and my cat Gouda shot out. She ran into what was left of my bathroom obviously scared shitless. I got her out of that mess and she hid under the couch. I left her there and broght her some food.
About this time one of the managers of my complex asked me if I wanted another apartment in the building. She said she had only one open but if I wanted it all I had to do was fill out a new lease. I said sure and we filled out the new lease and she gave me the keys. I coaxed Gouda out enough to grab her and put her in a box and took her over to the new apartment. When we got in the new place Gouda hid in the box for like an hour. When she finally came out of the box she ran to a corner and hid behind the blinds. I figured that she was way scared and the best thing to do was leave her alone for a while. I put some food and water right next to her and went to pickup my other cat from my sisters place and get some clothes. Before we left we put up fliers for Dagny, my missing cat.
Now it’s Friday. I got my phone working in the new place. I am sleeping on a sleeping bag and a pillow. My two cats are healthy but still very stressed out. I still haven’t found Dagny. I am so concerned about her it is driving me crazy. I have been leaving food out for her at my old apartment and it is gone in the morning but I don’t know if Dagny is the one eating it. I’ve called the animal shelters and she isn’t there.
I don’t care about anything, really, except getting Dagny back. That and I am thankful that no one got hurt.
So, how was your week?
Slee
