Dad, The Cats On Fire
Posted by LOTGK on December 6, 2007
We have two Cats in our household. A male cat named Storm and a female cat named Thunder. Thunder Storm! Get it? Anyway, my son is an early bird. Always has been. It is not unusual for him to be up and about at 6:30am cooking breakfast, watching the TV, playing video games, whatever. Well, one morning several years ago, while I was in a deep sleep, my son quietly enters our bedroom. I sense some movement and hear a slight noise. I’m still groggy and peel open one of my eyes. I see my son two inches from my face. He is saying something at a very low tone but I cannot quite make it out.
My son repeated it again. Dad, the cats on fire! Dad, the cats on fire! WHAT! THE CATS ON FIRE. I jump out of bed and run into the living room and around the house looking for our cat. There in the corner of the room is Storm, cowering and meowing. I picked Storm up and checked him over. Thank God he really wasn’t on fire.
My son was cooking breakfast, and Storm, a kitten at the time, being the curious type, jumped up on the stove and put his face right in front of the burner. He caught his whiskers on fire and singed them off and a little bit of his fur on his face. Storm jumped down and ran like a bat out of hell (Or a cat on fire) out of the room and all over the house. My son thought the cat was on fire, hence coming into my room and telling me so.
We took Storm to the vet, Doctor Allen, just to be sure he was all right. Dr. Allen said he was OK, but that he might be a little uncoordinated until his whiskers grow back.
Since that day, Storm has not jumped up on the stove. Every other appliance and piece of furniture are still fair game though.
LURKING, NEVER PET A BURNING CAT, ON THE GRASSY KNOLL