Theory that animals can predict earthquakes went right out the window. Neither fleabitten furball of either species (dawg nor katt) so much as even yawned until after I got up and rattled a leash so somebody would come with me to check up on our older neighbours. They both slept right through the whole episode.
Mi esposa however, decided that it had to be the teenagers upstairs jumping up and down while destroying digital aliens and zombies and got up to yell at them (again) until I convinced her that even they couldn't jump hard enough on a concrete floor to make the windows and her wine glasses rattle.