Reacting to the threat of bush fire
Last Sunday was disgustingly hot. So some stupid twit lit the bush in the trees on the other side of paddock in front of our house (we live opposite a bit of open space with some trees and grass and stuff, that anywhere else might be labeled 'a park', but it is not tame at all). The fire did not take long to race down the gully and start spreading towards the trees right in front of us. We had fire engines and water dumping helicopters everywhere. They fly quite low and look like ducks trying to land just as they start dumping their loads.
What with the fires that have happened in Canberra recently the kids took appropriate action with organising in case we had to evacuate and getting the hoses hooked up and ready spray 'just in case'.

Well, it was all dealt with and the fire didn't come closer than perhaps 300m to the house *sigh of relief* within perhaps 45 minutes. So I finally wander in to help Hannah put the cat-cages back on the shelf when I realised that she had loaded them with water and tinned tuna (not cat food) and a towel apiece to keep our two cats comfortable.
Mind you, there are no grotty towels for our cats. Nope, just two of my best big pink fluffy towels! *big chuckle*

It makes me wonder, just what would we rescue should where we live actually be threatened with fire.
*wry smile* Australia's version of 'the lifeboat game' is generally a far more burning question.