Yesterday was a banner day for workouts for me - a 30 minute Pilates reformer session in the morning(a rather tortuous/medieval-looking machine that I use along w. a videotape) and then 45 minutes of Yogilates in the evening. After all of that contorting and stretching, I felt a hot bath was in order to ease my back and muscles.
To further set the zen-like ambiance in my faux-Feng Shui bathroom, I lit a plumeria-scented candle and set it on the counter.
To further set the zen-like ambiance in my faux-Feng Shui bathroom, I lit a plumeria-scented candle and set it on the counter.
Hubby came home while the tub was filling and decided he needed to use the facilities before my appointed soaking time. As is usual for evenings, my sweet, but rather clumsy and dippy 14-year-old long-haired cat, "Buster", also entered the bathroom, since he enjoys the warmth of the steam.
I was putting something away in the kitchen when I heard my husband screaming, "MOVE, goddamn it!"
When the door opened, he noted, "Well you'll have a new scent to delight you in the bathroom now." I thought he was referring to a particularly pungent excretory experience he had while on the throne but NO!
He clarified his original statement, "Buster was on fire."
Confused, I began my reply, "Wha...? You mean like smoldering or...?"
"No. In FLAMES. On FIRE. Didn't you hear me yelling? He just sat there on the counter oblivious to the fact that he whisked his tail across the candle and it was engulfed in flames! I had to get off the toilet to put it out!"
In fact the cat's hair is so long that it didn't even burn close to his skin, and so we had to take scissors and cut away the melted stubs of hair on part of his otherwise mega-fluffy tail. Of course we checked the little guy and he's just fine but a bit annoyed about the scissors issue.
Do you know how BAD burnt hair smells???
Talk about putting a wrench in my chi...
I was putting something away in the kitchen when I heard my husband screaming, "MOVE, goddamn it!"
When the door opened, he noted, "Well you'll have a new scent to delight you in the bathroom now." I thought he was referring to a particularly pungent excretory experience he had while on the throne but NO!
He clarified his original statement, "Buster was on fire."
Confused, I began my reply, "Wha...? You mean like smoldering or...?"
"No. In FLAMES. On FIRE. Didn't you hear me yelling? He just sat there on the counter oblivious to the fact that he whisked his tail across the candle and it was engulfed in flames! I had to get off the toilet to put it out!"
In fact the cat's hair is so long that it didn't even burn close to his skin, and so we had to take scissors and cut away the melted stubs of hair on part of his otherwise mega-fluffy tail. Of course we checked the little guy and he's just fine but a bit annoyed about the scissors issue.
Do you know how BAD burnt hair smells???
Talk about putting a wrench in my chi...
As a postscript, here is a saccharin-sweet picture of Buster giving his trademark hug, eyes closed, the purring resonating deeply. Clearly he has forgiven any (accidental) wrongdoing, as he was hugging and nuzzling me just moments ago. I have had this fuzzy guy since he was 5 months old - and that was back in 1991!
