Occasionally, all that squealing can come in handy, like the early morning hours of 16 January 1994, when the Northridge earthquake shook most of Los Angeles, prompting shortlived but very real fears that the Big One had struck.
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Max was in bed with me and woke up minutes before it happened. And I was yelling at him for waking me up, when everything just exploded. So, I’m naked with Max, and running … because I’m in a house on a hill, and if it’s going down I want to be up on the street, dodging the next house.
Those of us in earthquake-prone regions (I stopped sleeping naked after I experienced “the big one” in 2011)
Probably best to stop letting the pig in the bed, too.
https://www.independent.co.uk/news/world/americas/george-and-max-a-love-story-made-in-hollywood-427257.html
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Sounds like I should get a bed pig.