Thursday, January 24, 2008

sometimes a cigar is just a cigar

when i climbed in bed tonight, stella hopped down (from the closet) like she does, scaring the crap out of me so she can snuggle. and while she was rubbing her head all over my face, i kept thinking how her head really stunk like burnt hair. and after pondering for a while what she could have gotten into that would reek of burnt hair, i noticed the silhouette of one of her whiskers just didn't look right. so i turned on the light and sure enough, stella has somehow singed the fur and whiskers on the right side (her right side) of her face. and i have no idea how, but my head is filled with images of her flaming her face while trying to hold a tiny crack pipe and the lighter at the same time. damn the lack of opposable thumbs!

4 comments:

  1. That happened to some friends of mine. More than once. So they tracked the cat one day to see what was going on.

    It turned out she was napping on the stove while they weren't looking. They assume she was getting caught by the pilot light.

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  2. Oh no! So this is why you think she came through the furnace...

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  3. POOOOR KITTY!
    I bet she IS napping someplace warm, too warm. Poor thing. Burnt hair STINKS. Don't ask why I know that.

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