I came home from T-Bird’s last night to find my house on fire. I’m not sure what caused it but it started around the floor furnace. Either the cats knocked something onto it or it just finally blew something. My computer room, the entire hallway, the attic, all burned. The rest of the house has severe smoke and water damage.
But those are just things. Some things that were precious in that house, sentimental value, but nothing more so than my precious cats, all of whom perished, other than Hermione, who stays outside exclusively.
I knew something was wrong when I got home and the entire house was black and when I opened the screen door, black smoke rolled out. Somehow I found the right key and opened the door. I dropped to my knees and began hollering for my precious babies. The smoke was so thick and black, I couldn’t even tell where the fire was, and I couldn’t breath, even at the front door. The wind blew at one point and I started to crawl inside, yelling, and that’s when I saw Smokey. He couldn’t have been more than a foot inside the front door but he was dead.
I knew then that all of them were dead and should have known when the acrid smoke rolled over top of me. I was starting to get burned. The heat was so intense it burned the Christmas lights still on my porch and they dropped down on me. My right hand and my chin are burned and I dug a few Christmas lights out of my hair. My left hand, oddly enough, is frostbitten, as it was the coldest day of the year so far, 17 degrees. Time meant nothing to me and I wandered for two hours without gloves, feet wet, in snow, just in shock.
Luckily, Nate is fine. He was with me and he ran to the neighbor’s and pounded on the door, then, God love his heart, he ran down the street toward the fire department, which is just over the railroad tracks. He seems to be taking this much better than I am. Luckily again, I had washed his clothes and taken them to T-Bird’s to dry. However, I don’t have much.
So, now I deal with recovering what I can and just dealing with burying my precious babies. It is a small consolation knowing that they were probably overcome by fumes early on and did not suffer. It is a small consolation. My computer room is just, well, gone, so I don’t know when I will be back.
Just keep us in your thoughts and prayers. I love you all.