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Henry had the joy (not) of experiencing his first fire alarm just now. It was a false alarm, thankfully, but not a pleasant ordeal. My boyfriend is away on business, so it was just Henry and I.
I should mention that the fire alarm in our apartment building is the fire alarm from hell. It is more of a shrieking screeching sound than an alarm. Henry went right under the couch and I had to do my best to balance between not hurting him and getting him out as quick as possible. Thank god that he doesn't mind going into his cage, I just put him in and went downstairs.
He was pretty good, but freaked out. Waiting outside for the firetrucks he got to interact with some of the dogs from our building, which was quite hilarious. The only thing that scared him was the firetrucks themselves; he went RIGHT up my back and tried to dive down my shirt.
Poor Henry :( He has since had some treats and a good pampering.
