a cat tale
I'm not saying my kitty Sprite is stupid, but last night she set her own tail on fire.
I was eating ice cream on the couch and set a dollop on the coffee table for her to enjoy. She was so intent on the treat she forgot to keep her tail moving, and it lingered a little too long over a burning candle. An inch-long section of tail was aflame for a good three seconds before I managed to put it out. She didn't even notice until I started grabbing at it.
Sprite wasn't hurt, just a bit singed. And the smell of fried fur — OY! I think she was more indignant about being spritzed with Febreeze than about actually catching fire. That's my girl.
I was eating ice cream on the couch and set a dollop on the coffee table for her to enjoy. She was so intent on the treat she forgot to keep her tail moving, and it lingered a little too long over a burning candle. An inch-long section of tail was aflame for a good three seconds before I managed to put it out. She didn't even notice until I started grabbing at it.
Sprite wasn't hurt, just a bit singed. And the smell of fried fur — OY! I think she was more indignant about being spritzed with Febreeze than about actually catching fire. That's my girl.
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