While we were still apartment living in CS, we had a scare. 

My daughter and I went to bed as usual with Tessie and Socrates and about midnight Socrates started going crazy barking like mad and I was like what is wrong with you, go back to sleep.  You know that dead sleep, please leave me alone sleep talking moment... 

Well, fortunately Socrates said you stupid human, wake your hiney up something is wrong. 

Since he wouldn't stop, I sat up and kinda woke up a little to look around and I started smelling smoke.  I went through the apartment trying to figure out what was on fire and couldn't find anything, so I opened the front door and found the source.  

Needless to say the idiot in the apartment below me had left one of his stove burners on with a cutting board sitting on top. 

He had to be whisked away by an abulance once he was revived in the parking lot.  (He made a full recovery but I was not happy with him at all.)

Of course there was never any flames but plenty of smoke and I am sure we would have succumbed to smoke inhalation as well if it wasn't for our hero waking us up. 

Socrates ate really well that week!