My cat is my hero. One evening, an ex-roommate of mine came home really late, felt a little hungry, and decided to make some mac and cheese. Unfortunately, he was so tired, he fell asleep on the couch as the pasta was boiling. I was already asleep in my room upstairs when I was woken up by my cat, Rascal. He had crawled on top of me, yelling at me until I finally rolled over to find that my room was filled with smoke. I raced downstairs to discover a pot of pasta, water all boiled off, pouring out thick, white, acrid smelling smoke. If it wasn’t for my baby boy, I feel I may not have woken up to just smoke…it could have been a full blown fire. I am so grateful for every day I have with my hero kitty. He has brought so much to my life, and I can’t imagine how things would have turned out without my little fire alarm.