Happy Stinky Christmas

So, it’s Christmas eve, I’ve come back from opening presents at my mom’s, I just finished the ridiculously difficult puzzle my aunt gave me for Christmas, and I’m relaxing, watching TiVo and eating Christmas cookies. What’s that smell? Oh my god; that smells awful. Mishka! Get your tail out of the candle! Yep. Smart kittie that he is, he’d managed to set himself on fire and not even realize it. I had to grab his tail out of the fire and smother the flames. (Okay, so “flames” is a bit dramatic – it was more like smothering the smoking fur.) My whole house smells of burnt cat fur (a truly lovely holiday scent) and he’s leaving little charred pieces of hair everywhere he goes. *sigh*

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