I always had a plan in the back of my head for that what if situation until the night the firealarm went off for my entire apartment building and had to implement it. Three cats and me. First threw on my clothes (okay so I’m a prude) then freaked because I had just lent out my carrier (the big one) so one carrier and 3 cats (one of the cats is about 17 pounds). Okay there is a big plastic tub with lid,dump that out grab cat number one – into the tub (where is that lid??) grab cat number 2 throw in the carrier and then corner cat number 3 (after falling on the floor fan) and throw him in the tub then sling the strap for the carrier over my neck with my purse grab the tub and run! Put the cats in the car (did I mention it was raining) and start crying because no matter how much you think it won’t happen it does and couldn’t think about loosing any of the babies. They sat in that car and the tub for 4 hours before we got the all clear from the fire department to go back in. The next day I promptly went out and bought 2 new carriers with straps and called my friend and told them I needed my carrier back. I was pleased to note that I was not the only one in my building focusing on the getting the animals out (no kids in that building just adults at that time). You never know what your going to do until it happens and then – and I dare anyone to say any different – you run on instinct, whatever that instict is. If your instinct is to protect your family than you get them out and no one says – what a stupid human you are – if you don’t have family except for animals and you get them out the same way you would human family members you shouldn’t be considered a stupid human for following that instinct.

Jelly, did you read ANYTHING the posters before you wrote.

You and your animals are alive today because you took a foolish chance and you’re lucky the fire didn’t kill you all.

oh, and junior had it not been 4 me saving my “animals” they would not be here 2day. by the time the fire department arrived, our home was completely engulfed. animals know when “mommy” is trying 2 save them, especially when they know they are loved. my cats were hiding, but they came out when they heard me call. all 8 of my children are alive 2day, simply because i love them.

And to the person who said they’re staying with their pets and the firemen will have to rescue them all or none of them…Please remember these firemen are risking their lives every time they go into a fire rescue situation. You would be putting these men, and by extention yourself and your animals, at greater risk by choosing to stay in a burning building thereby forcing them to have to make more rescues in the same limited amount of time. The best thing you could do for your animals would be to get yourself out, freeing the firemen to focus entirely on rescuing your animals with the short time they have available to enter your home before it’s engulfed. If they have to rescue you too, they WILL get you first and may have to end up leaving a pet behind because they ran out of time, or smoke overtook the pet because the firemen were busy with you first.

I let my cats have free roam of the house at night so if there’s a fire i’m guessing they’d be freaked out and hiding somewhere. The chances of my finding them would be slim, i’m fairly certain of that, unfortunately. Especially once that alarm goes off. Unless you keep your cats locked up somewhere, you might not know exactly where they are when the time comes, and as others have stated, there’s hardly time to get yourself out safely, much less time to go searching under beds and in closets for hiding pets. Sadly. As good a fire safety plan may be, pets are just too unpredictable. Unless, like I said, they’re locked up in a small area.

Soooo glad this all turned out, and didn’t know until I read it here about passing of Scarlett, the hero cat. I love her!
I agree with all who would love a visit with kittens and leo and mama cat…

I lost it when I saw the pup unconscious in the firefighters arms. I mean I knew he was ok, but just seeing him helpless like that, knowing he tryed to help those kittens, and then the great firemen giving him oxygen… UGH god…. made me tear up.

@Theo
I’m a bit late, but . . .

So I’d like to know where
You got the stoat-shun
Said I’d like to know where
You got the stoat-shun

(Rock the stoat)
Don’t rock the stoat, baby
(Rock the stoat)
Don’t tip the stoat over
(Rock the stoat)
Don’t rock the stoat, baby
(Rock the stoooooaaatttt)

That is all.

Why are the biggest nuffers the worst typers?