icarus | (no subject)

Thank you to everyone for your well-wishes.

After school today (I have just one more professor to hear from to see if I can get into his class *Icarus crosses fingers*) I checked out the apartment where the fire started.

It is a shuddersome sight. The ceiling and walls are dark with soot from knee level up, the window smashed in panic, screens shredded and torn out... a picture of fear. My blood ran cold looking at it. The owner's furniture, his or her bed, the comforter, the posters are all still there, blackened and burned.

There are gaping holes in the wall where fire fighters ripped them open to reach the fire as it travelled up, engulfing insulation. You can see its path. The space between walls is like a chute to the upper floors. Piles of rubbish, shards and strips of wood and insulation make it difficult to walk.

This was a bad fire.

I thought the kids on the first floor had over-reacted. There was a much saner route than out the window -- very dumb to risk a broken leg next to a burning building when you're twenty feet from a fire escape -- but they had reason to fear.

By way of a thank you, I have little to offer at the moment but here is a cute kitty - the Monte fuzz himself, safe and sound.

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the fuzzy!

Is this position called ' get over here abd scritch me?'

Am glad things are working out for you.
Gladder still that the fire did not spread.

He's such a tempting fluffball. That position: "I dare you to even attempt to pet my belly, but you may admire me from afar. (Kisses are acceptable.)"

Oh yeah, I'm very glad the fire didn't get any further than it did.

Icarus

what an adorable fuzzball!

Glad you're safe and that your apartment was spared.

I'm so glad you're safe, Icarus. And the fuzzball, too, of course.

Good luck with your courses.

Fire is scary. It's so consuming and mindless and wild.

I'm glad you're all right, and that your apartment was mostly spared. I recommend indulging yourself just for a little while--a comfort food, a comfort book, whatever. I think an hour or two of self-indulgence when something totally alarming happens is a very sane thing to take if you have the chance, that taking that hour or two makes you able to be efficient and not-self-indulgent the rest of the time without just continuing to pile on stress. You know? I mean, yeah, there's work and classes and everything, but maybe taking a little time lets all those things be done better.

I'm really glad you're all right.

And OMG. Fuzz! In the "you know you want to come nuzzle my tummy, but oohh, do I have surprise for you if you do!" position. :D

Assuming yours delights in whacking tummy petters as much as mine does, that is.

Fluffy cat! Glad you're all OK.

I hope you get in the class.

What an adorable kitty!

That's fuzzhead? Looks more like fuzztum. He is beautiful! Cuddling him should be good for stress.

Good luck with the classes, and take time to give yourself some petting too. (And WG. Sounded like he could use some, however cool and organised.)

Fuzzy!

So adorable.

I'm glad you're all okay.

Now that is a cute kitty! What's his sign?

I'm glad you're ok. What a horrible experience.

Kitty love!

So cute!

*dead from the fuzz*

I so want to snuzzle that fluffy belly...