My cat saved my life one night

Okay, I know what you’re thinking. Feline Americans saving their humans lives everyday. <br><br>This is a true story. Foi gravé. <br><br>When I was a kid, I used to have a cat named Mickey. This cat was a hero. <br><br>I was about 12-13ish I guess at the time, and my mom worked a lot. She did 12 hour night shifts as a nurse, so she would usually leave our apartment around 7-8 and come home the next day. <br><br>She lived in a 2nd story apartment, and at the time I had just recently had my tonsils removed. I wasn’t allowed to eat spicy or sharp foods for a little while, and when I was allowed to I did everything I could to eat spicy and sour candies, because I was a dumb asshole kid. <br><br>One night, while I was a dumb asshole kid, I got very sick. I was sick to my stomach and had the worst heartburn. I remember I had eaten a bunch of chips with some kind of spicy salsa dip. I remember our cat Mickey meowing very loudly for no reason... I looked on the floor and realized that I had spilled salsa all over the carpet. I was very annoyed with the cat, as stupid kids are. <br><br>I cleaned it up and went to bed and didn’t hear any more from Mickey for a while, until I had woken up in extreme pain. I had never felt a burning sensation like that before. I FELT LIKE I WAS BURNING FROM THE INSIDE. <br><br>Mickey was perched up on my nightstand and meowing very loudly. I looked at him and I said “Mickey what are you doing? Go to sleep.” <br><br>Then I got out of bed, with a struggle, because of course I was supposed to be recovering from surgery! I struggled to the kitchen to get a glass of water, but it wasn’t doing anything. I had the worst heartburn ever. <br><br>That’s when I smelled gas. <br><br>I used to have one of those heavy propane grills, and I had used it that night. I had gotten very sick after eating so I had completely forgotten about the grill. <br><br>I opened the window and called the fire dept, and told them what was happening and they told me to get out the F\*CKING HOUSE. Which I did. I grabbed Mickey, rushed outside, and called my mom to let her know what was happening. <br><br>I sat out there for about an hour with Mickey until the fire dept showed up. <br><br>I don’t know why Mickey meowed at me until I got up, but he probably saved my life. <br><br>That’s my story of how my feline American saved my life.