Greetings LT regulars. I'm just about compos enough to type this, because am still knackered. On Tuesday my block of flats caught fire in the night. Not everyone got out, and the police are still trying to trace next of kin for the guy in ITU, so it hasn't been on the news yet.
Me and Mr C are both OK, entirely because of his actions. About 1130pm he stood by the flat front door howling, so I broke off while typing frenziedly to a hideous deadline, and opened the front door. Nothing. He didn't want to go out. I shut the door and grabbed the laptop back. But he stood by the door and suddenly let out a howl I had never heard before. So I thought okaaay and opened up again, swung my head round to see what he was getting at, and saw a plume of smoke rising in leisurely fashion up the lift shaft. The smell of burning was strong.
Grabbed Mr C in both arms and bolted. Met a neighbour who'd come out sniffing and we charged along the corridoors howling at everyone to get out, then caned it down 4 flights of stairs. Mr C weighed a ton but I kept on running. Met about 150 other residents all in pajamas and flip flops all gathered on the common. 4 fire engines, 40 police, you name it. Two hours outside watching the firemen and police, then we got back in. Eyes burning, smell everywhere, everyone coughing madly all night.
Mr C was petrified but I clung on and he was so good - no biting or scratching at all. Loads of neighbours came up to compliment us on his fine looks. I noticed everyone else had grabbed their keys and phone - I just grabbed Mr C.
I have been on aspirin ever since as have stinking tooth abscess not improved by spending half the night barefoot in a park, and Mr C is now living entirely on Gourmet and Dreamies. I didn't think I could love him any more, but I do.