Cat antics

The local ruling feline generally enters every room with a regal grace that any member of royalty would envy. She surveys her kingdom from atop the back of the sofa. Occasionally, she traverses a room using every "up" place she can get to. Floor sharks are about, you know, and she dare not tread upon the floor lest one snatch her away.

Her Royal Highandsnootiness also sometimes decides to see what food she may enjoy that could be up on the counter. Well, she did that yesterday evening, too. However, much to her surprise, the stove was turned on. No she didn't land directly on the flame. Only just close enough to singe some hair on one side. Let's just say it didn't take her long to decide there was no tasty morsel worth catching fire for. She jumped back down, sauntered toward the front door with a look on her face that said, "I MEANT to do that", and asked to go out for a stroll.

By the way, she's just fine. No burn. Just a spot of the tips of the hair on one side that are a bit singed. No damage done at all other than a bruised ego.