Ok, I don't know how much coverage this is getting outside of our local area, but Santa Barbara is on fire. And it's pretty bad.
It started up in the foothills, and well, that's close. A lot of the north end of SB has been evacuated, and more is on evac warning.
N and I had a restless night last night because the evac warning zone (i.e. have everything packed up and ready to go at a moments notice) is literally one block away from us, and the mandatory evac zone (i.e. OMG get out now!) is only three blocks away. Our important belongings are by the door (while there is much I would be sad to leave behind, I am shocked by how little of what we have is irreplaceable. For me, it's some financial records, my computer, the doll I've had since I was born, and the contents of my purse.)
The cat is more distressed by the extreme heat than he is by the smell of burning, and he mostly lays down as flat as he can on the hardwood floor under the fan. (Hey, cat-owning friends, other than making sure he has plenty of water, etc. is there anything I can do to keep him cooler? I should shave him, y/y?) We brought his crate out "just in case" last night, which freaked him out, but as we didn't try to stuff him into it (yet) he seems to have resumed his under-the-fan-floor-laying, rather than cower under the bed.
Exciting times, these.