Poor Kitty!
We returned home last night from a wondeful weekend trip to an unexpected situation at our home:
We had the honor of sponsoring Katherine Grace as Godparents at her baptism on Sunday. Anyone who knows of whom I speak knows what an amazing child this is. The service was wonderful, as was the company and the weather and everything else. This is the sort of thing that I don't really need to memorialize in a journal, as I'm not likely ever to forget it...but there it is all the same...
Upon exiting our car, we heard a faint yet shrill sound. As we approached the door, we realized that it was our smoke detectors (plural because they're wired together and when one goes, they all go--keep this in mind when you build a home) going off. We rushed inside and starting trying to make them stop(well, Corey worked on that while I wrung my hands, actually). He got the one in kitchen to stop, but the rest were still going. He got the one in the upstairs hallway to stop, but the rest were still going. Turns out that a leak from the roof had made its way into the smoke detector in the spare bedroom, shorting it out and starting this chain reaction. Once Corey ripped this one free from the ceiling (and threw it across the room using not-so-nice language, I believe), the alarms stopped.
After listening to our phone messages from our neighbors, we realized that the alarms had been going off for about 12 hours. We have very kind neighbors who knew what the problem was (because the same thing had happened to them), and they (thankfully) didn't call the fire department. They put up with the noise. Bless them.
The sad part of this story: our poor kitten, whom we found meowing hoarsely, cowering under the couch. We think that she'll be all right, though (as evidenced by her interest in the Temptations treats that we lavished upon her in our guilt)...