Sixty five million years ago, a 6.2 mile wide asteroid slammed into the earth and unleashed hell. The impact released 200 million times more energy than our mightiest atomic bombs, blasting superheated gas and debris in a corona of destruction that settled into a post-apocalyptic orbit around the planet.
The dinosaurs found it impossible to survive the event.
The alligators? Just dandy. Maybe a bit smug seeing all those cocky tyrannosaurs get theirs.
Contemplating this helps to explain our derpy little miracle:
Raging fire and collapsing infrastructure? Whatever. Stop Drop and Glare evidently works like a charm. That and being built like a little tank.
When we asked the rescuers if any pets had been rescued, they truthfully answered no. However, it wasn't until some weeks later that salvage teams began entering the building. One of them must have come across Tally, Queen of Destruction lounging in the midst of the ruins. Or she was found embarrassingly lodged in one of the traps left out to retrieve missing cats- depends on how much dignity you assign to her.
Word made it to us days ago that she was alive. We found her safe and sound at the Critchlow Alligator Sanctuary- which, by the way, has awesome tours.
We are, of course, overjoyed. We cleaned her up, can see her whenever we want, and the world feels right again.
Bad things happen in life- but if you hang in there, occasionally, hope pays off.