You know how they say animals sense things like earthquakes before they happen?

Mine doesn't.  And he doesn't care when they hit.  We've had two earthquakes in two days and both times Harley could not have cared less.  On earthquake number one he was busy eating (read pushing his food up over the side of the bowl and then leaving it in an ugly somewhat moist pile around the cute little bowl that is supposed to keep him from pushing said food up and over the side).  On earthquake number two he was doing his other favorite thing: burrowing into the trains on my pageant gowns and making a fort.  And not because of the earthquake, he hides things in there.  Like mouse tails (not real ones, duh) and hair ties that he steals from me.  So I guess he won't be saving me from any collapsing walls any time soon.