When Rags was 18 years old, he woke me up in the middle of the night. I kept shooing him away, but he persisted. And I woke up enough to go the bathroom and when I sat up in bed, I smelled an electrical burn of some sort. We couldn’t figure out where it was coming from – but finally discovered that the sump pump in the basement was causing it. We unplugged the sump pump and went back to bed. But of course, I thanked my Rags as I have heard electrical fires can be horrible. I am pretty sure it would have turned into a fire if Rags hadn’t warned me.
The other night I was melting butter for artichokes and trying to be the multi-tasker I am, I ran downstairs to swap out a load of laundry. I have a lot on my mind lately, so quickly forgot about the butter and started folding laundry. Trigg came down and was being a little more needy than normal – and I thought to myself, “What’s his deal? He’s been fed.” And kept smelling a slight burning smell and then figured it out. I, too, thanked my Chiggy.
Has your kitty ever warned you about something burning in your house? Please share your stories in the comments below!