Michael Donovan

Brenton, his wife Shannon, had great taste.

They had these beautiful white, lacy, sheer curtains, and brown stone windows with the low sills.

And we could see a silhouette behind the curtains.

And with the tools, we leaned forward, and just as we leaned forward far enough, a gentle breeze blew the curtains.

And there was Slash.

and we made eye contact with the Magnificent.

And the cat freaked out.

Two leaps, and Kirk and I were pinned to the wall.

The cat leaped halfway across the apartment, hit the couch and bounced, and now it was at the French doors, trying to get into its lair.

And it kept throwing itself into the glass and hissing and spitting at us, we're pinned to the wall.

And Kirk leans over to me, and we're thinking, this is a $7,000 cat.

It's gonna cut itself, it's gonna kill itself, or worse than that, the door to Second Avenue is open.

This is gonna be a wild jungle cat running down Second Avenue.

We're not gonna get paid.

So Kirk leans over to me.

Kirk leans over and he says,

Mike, one of us is going to have to open that door and let the cat in its lair.

And being a fireman, you have to keep your wits about you.

You have to stay calm in situations.

So I leaned over to Kirk, and as calmly as I could, I said, well, it ain't going to be me.