And, also keeps him from danger in the ensuing massacre with the colonial marines. Ripley real.

Go watch the end of alien again. She's tossing that animal crate around like a ups driver. That cat would be dead.

Since you put it that way, I can proudly recall that day I woke up with the backyard on fire during a Santa Ana wind event. It wasn't really a backyard, I lived in a cabin and it was a canyon full of dry shrubs, so imagine the amount of smoke and ashes being blasted my way. Some flames managed to lap at the walls and leave black scars.

My cat - which I thought was a he but turned out to be a she - had given birth a few months before, so there were a total of six cats at the time.

I got up like a bolt out of bed, and what did I do next? I ran for the cats, get them to safety. No wallet, no trying to move the car to safety, not even putting on pants, I ran out in boxer shorts with scared wailing cats in my arms, then ran back to get the rest of them.

Then suddenly things took an incredible turn:
The colony's pvc water pipe behind the cabin cracked and burst from the heat outside and cold water within, a wall of water went up like a fountain, then the wind shoved it straight towards the cabin. Here it was in the middle of a fire, and it was like a waterfall on all four sides.

We all survived. Even the cabin itself.

Good guardian.

It's the only logical procedure.

Ripley has priorities.

I thought she already had the cat before starting the self destruct sequence. She started looking for it while everyone else was getting ready to leave.

JONESY!!!

little shit