Dude, I'm not even prepared

So last Christmas I had these grandiose plans of making an emergency survival kit and gettin' ready for the next apocalypse (read: ice storm) to be outlasted with proper supplies like water, can openers, flashlights and batteries, a hand-cranked radio and canned goods. Buuuutttt, I didn't. But I've got until 2012 anyways so you know, no biggie. And besides, if it really is an apocalypse, according to dictionary.com, I won't be saved anyways because I'm not within the righteous class of folk - self-righteous, maybe, not righteous.

With the onset of the holidays, I'm yet again considering the emergency kit. And as much as I love my animals and feel that they are very much family, I hadn't considered really what to do with them. Leave the container of food out for them, open with mixing bowls of water all over the place? Think that'll cover it?

Apparently I'm a bad pet owner for even considering this when you can get your animals properly "prepared". Or maybe it's just that I'm not as easily guilted into this like our ugly step-cousins to the south are because they see how their federal agencies do not act in emergency situations.