Ugh... I hate this day.. I hate it! I hate it! I hate it! They come by every few months to make sure that all heat sensors in the building are in proper working order, which is a good thing in theory. In practice, it means that the fire alarm goes off every few minutes
Boomer is curled up into a tight little ball with his tail tucked firmly between his legs. He has his little face buried into the side of the couch where he will most certainly be until they are done with the inspections. It could be a looooong morning for the poor little guy