The four of us sat in a Pensacola living room, eyes glued to the Weather Channel on my friends’ flat-screen television. Matt and Sabrina’s dog, oblivious to our circumstances, slept behind the couch, occasionally sending fart waves emanating in our direction. Their cat patrolled the house, but my two felines Buster and Missy had been locked in the guest room with food and litter, confused by their new surroundings. My husband Brian and I had evacuated.

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