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I decided to burn one of my "Mexican Cocoa" -scented candles. It is sitting in a Jack o' Lantern -styled candleholder, on the corner of the end table here by the sofa, where I can enjoy it.
I just watch Trinian, Queen of Fuzzwumpia and possibly the dumbest cat alive, hop up on the arm of the sofa, stick her nose at the flame and singe her whiskers. She looked confused and turned around, sticking her very fluffy tail directly over the flame.
Yes, my dim cat just tried to set herself on fire. The really sad part? This is not the first time she's done this. The main reason I don't burn candles often is because Trinian has no brain or survival instinct, and I have had nightmarish visions of her lighting herself on fire, panicking, turning into a running, flailing fireball on four legs, then setting the house alight.
I just watch Trinian, Queen of Fuzzwumpia and possibly the dumbest cat alive, hop up on the arm of the sofa, stick her nose at the flame and singe her whiskers. She looked confused and turned around, sticking her very fluffy tail directly over the flame.
Yes, my dim cat just tried to set herself on fire. The really sad part? This is not the first time she's done this. The main reason I don't burn candles often is because Trinian has no brain or survival instinct, and I have had nightmarish visions of her lighting herself on fire, panicking, turning into a running, flailing fireball on four legs, then setting the house alight.
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