She went around the house and lit all these things she calls candles. We have lots of them. The flickery thing coming out the top of them was really pretty, so I went to check it out. Huge, huge, huge mistake. I turned around to go check out the next one and my tail went in the flickery thing and holy cow!!!! It was on fire. I jumped off the furniture I was on (guess I am kinda busted for that, too) and somehow it went out. But....these really loud things in the ceiling, three of them I think, started going off. Mom came tearing out of her office like - umm...well....like there was a fire (ha ha) - flapping pillows at the ceiling until they turned off. It was awful. I ran and hid under the bed with Panda and Shania.
When I felt it was safe to come out I walked past Mom and she reached down and - gasp!!! - pulled huge chunks of fried hair out of my tail. Oh dear. I am so, so, so embarassed. And now I'm having a really BAD hair day.
Mom said "you stupid cat, you're lucky you didn't go up in a ball of flames." Then she picked me up and hugged me real tight. She also said something about how the entire house now reeks of burnt cat hair and it isn't very pleasant.
Hey, at least we know the jangly, loud things in the ceiling work, right?
I'm going back under the bed, it's safer there.
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