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So a few nights ago I’m sleeping soundly through the forsaken hour of 4am. Mind you I *LIKE* sleeping entirely through that hour of the morning. Alas, on that morning the smoke alarm did ring out, the cat’s were scared and dreams were shattered. I opened my bedroom door to find a dense acrid smoke was filling the hallway. Turns out the smoke alarm wasn’t just pissing me off. I corralled Stitch and Dharma and took them out to my car. The fire department appeared and they quickly determined that the cat box’s motor burned out and put off enough smoke to set off the smoke alarm.

Doesn’t that suck?

The fire department gave me a good ribbing and took pictures of stitch on his leash up in the fire truck where the dalmatian is supposed to sit. (Yeah… define irony)

I tried to put the old, manual litter box down for the kitties. Dharma knew right off that it was a litter box, but when she was done she turned around and sat of the floor watching to see it move. Poor girl. I got them a new motorized cat box. One that doesn’t work the same way as the old one… No more late night visits from the Fire department I hope….