I've got the guy from the gas company over adjusting the pilot light stuff on my stove. I smelled gas, so I called. He took an air reading and said that it wasn't dangerous, so I'm still sitting here with my ferrets. My back-up plan was to take them over to James' apartment, but I guess that won't be necessary now.
Me bother the nice gas company man? Not me! I've got a slick of FerreTone to lick off my tummy!
OK, the problem was that the pilot lights were up too high on the stove. It's all fixed now.
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