TGIF?

I think I'm supposed to always say thank goodness it's Friday! I think Friday night's are designed to be one of the most relaxing evenings during the week. Followed up by Saturday night! However, the Friday night I/we had last night wasn't exactly what we planned.

My Friday took a turn to the not so good side of things about 45 minutes before Brad arrived home. I was putting laundry away when I returned to the living room I noticed something wasn't right. Specifically, something wasn't right with Simon. He was trying to walk from one area to another but he kept falling over then dogging paddling to get back up. I looked him over. His eyes were twitching at a high rate side to side. He was disoriented and confused. I was doing the best I could to calm him and myself as well as our two other furry-kids. After 5 to 10 minutes he seemed to be a little better. I soon decided to take him outside as it was time for their typical early evening walk. He fell over a twice while walking and certainly struggled with his balance for most of the walk. But he has no quit in him, he wanted to go on that walk! I would never force one of the boys to go for a walk if they clearly didn't feel up to it. By the time the walk was done his eyes were back to normal, no more twitching. He was still a little wobbly on his feet. Overall he was better, the "episode" had passed.

Brad arrived home minutes later and quickly noticed Simon was still a bit wobbly. I told him what had occurred. I told him I thought Simon had likely just suffered a mini stroke or seizure. After it was all over with I was leaning more towards the thought he had suffered a seizure. Brad agreed it was likely a seizure. We did a little research and it appears based on what Simon's symptoms were he likely had a seizure.

 A very similar incident happened with Simon about 6 or 7 weeks ago. But him and Cody were wrestling around at the time and I thought he had gotten injured by Cody. I didn't think seizure at that particular time. So yes, it appears as Simon ages he is now suffering mini seizures. Heart-breaking for his mommie. But I kept it together well!

As our Friday evening continued we were sitting on the couch enjoying a little NBA action when all of a sudden the fire alarm in the building begins blaring. I mean, BLARING! It is a sound like none I can describe! Complete terror strikes the pets every time the fire alarm goes off. In a building as large as the one we live in there's been quite a few false alarms. I honestly don't get too worried when it goes off as long as I don't hear firemen rushing down our hall. Brad soon decided since the alarm wasn't stopping we should at least go into the stairwell to look out at the front area of the complex(our apartment overlooks the pool and is very closed in, have to go to the stairwell if we want to see the REAL outdoors). So we walk out our apartment and across the hall to the nearest stairwell doors. We look out the large window in the stairwell to see lots of police and lots of flashing lights. I didn't see fire trucks from my vantage point though just reflections of flashing lights and police cars with their lights flashing. Brad decides lets go back, get the pets, and get out. Within minutes we're heading down the stairs with the pets. There we stood with numerous other residents out in front of our building on the large grassy mound watching smoke billowing out of the parking garage area. Not a false alarm this time! We along with everyone else out there were concerned about our vehicles. I knew what floor our SUV was parked on but Brad couldn't remember where he parked his sports car. Oh here's the difference in our pugs....Simon is sniffing the ground in all directions not a care in the world. To him, he was outside for an extra expedition. Whereas Cody is the nosey one. He watched every puff of smoke, every firefighter, every policeman rushing about. He absorbed the entire event. Around midnight we were given the okay to re-enter our homes. Once we got back inside Piper was rather terrified. That was quite the experience for her. 

We wrapped up the evening soon after getting back inside because Brad had a super early tennis match. We called all furry-kids to bed. One furry kid...Two furry-kids....Three furry-kids? Wait, where's the third furry-kid? Piper was missing in action. She's excellent at going to bed when we tell her to, just like her brothers. It was odd she wasn't responding to me calling her. Brad comes out of the bedroom to help me look for her. We soon hear a whimpering noise coming from a corner in the kitchen. Likely due to her fear from the events that had occurred she crawled into one of her fave hiding spots she used as a small kitty. There we were trying to coax a cat out of a tiny crawl space under our kitchen cabinets. It started to approach 1:00 AM. Brad had to get to bed. So there I was at 1:00 AM doing my best to coax our cat out of her hiding place. I believe she thought she was stuck. She wasn't stuck but she had zero confidence to get herself out. She couldn't grip the flooring to pull herself out due to the fact she doesn't have front claws anymore. Maybe she hasn't used that hiding space since she had claws? Not sure! So with a calm voice and a small dollop of whipped cream I began luring her out. She was whimpering and I had to physically assist in pulling her out because she couldn't do it by herself. After I got her out, I loved on her for a little bit then put her to bed next to her brothers.

Whew! I was kind of glad to go to bed and get that particular Friday night over with! From a seizure suffering pug to a fire in our building to a cat stuck in a small entry space under our cabinet. Man, what a night!