I do not dispute that my cat, Charlie, should have already been a part of Natural Selection. He is not the brightest of cats and, well, he is not the fittest when it comes to survival.
He managed to catch on fire tonight. Okay, “catch on” is a slight exaggeration. But he sat on a burning candle. One of those low, 4.9 oz jars that Glade put out. I burned it for the color today, rather than scent. I lit it again tonight when I sat down at my desk. Charlie decided that he wanted to be on my desk. He and I both realized, at about the same time, that he was burning. While Charlie tried to figure out what was going on, I moved him OFF the burning candle. Charlie quickly got a bath.
I really just have no words for what just happened.















































Aug 27, 2010 • 09:44 am