(Like that wasn't the completely predictable outcome. My life being a BBC1 sitcom. ITV1 on the worse days.)
Alba spotted arkady having a seizure 30 seconds before it hit — jumped up at her, grabbed her sleeve, steered her away from the road edge to a bus shelter, jumped on her to make her sit down, then the seizure hit. Just a quick one. She spotted one ahead of time a few days later, so the first wasn't a fluke.
Alba's a collie cross, so in one month she should be able to review Arkady's Tumblr and present her with the most amusing posts each morning, and in two months she'll have built a Dogecoin mining rig out of tinfoil and string.
The kitten is now trolling the dog. I think this counts as "getting along".
I shall, evidently, be guzzling antihistamines. (cough, hack, wheeze)
Now for the landlord ...