Meezer Monday 6

Here is another “tail” of those who came before me…..

Mommy had a kitty that was a seal point Himalayan named Pookie. According to her he was not too bright but was a sweet, lovable boy. Pookie had several interests with one of the oddest being his affinity for smelly candles. He adored them and, when not burning, would nuzzle up to them and sniff away. He wasn’t too particular about scents either. He was equal opportunity.

Well one time Mommy lit a bunch of balsam pine scented candles around Christmas time. She did this as she was chatting away with a friend on the phone whom she had not spoken to in quite some time. Once Pookie realized there were smell candles available for the sniffing, he bolted up onto the counter where they were. That is when Mama heard a funny sizzling sound and then smelled that awful smell of burning hair! Pookie’s right set of whiskers (both by his nose and his “eyebrows”) were beginning to curl! He jumped down and began to run. Mommy told her friend (and I quote) “I have to go. My cat is on fire” and hung up the phone! She started up the stairs after Pookie who was sitting by his water bowl panting. He was a little singed around the rough of his fur but otherwise okay. Mommy had to do a little trimming to get the crispy parts of the fur away.

Mommy said the irony of the story is that this was not the first, nor the second but the THIRD time Pookie had done that! Pookie went over the bridge 8 years ago this week. I would have liked to have met my big brother the "pyromaniac".