So, Rob and I decided to have a nice candle light dinner last night. Since we don't have any chairs yet, we were sitting on the couch and we lit the candles in the votives on the coffee table. Grissom never bothers them and stays away from fire. It looked all romantic and such, until I went to the kitchen to get the steaks. Next thing I hear is Rob cussing and swearing, and I run back in. There Grissom was, sauntering around the room with Rob traying to grab him, perfectly oblivious that his tail fur had caught on fire. At first I was terrified, but afterwards, the hilarity of the scene hit me. There was my dignified little kitty prancing around the room with his tail and head held high, completely oblivious to the fact that his tail was burning.
There was no damage, thankfully. And it didn't burn much of his tail, never touching the skin. In fact, I still don't think he realized what had happened. However, our apartment smelt like burnt hair for a good hour afterwards.
There was no damage, thankfully. And it didn't burn much of his tail, never touching the skin. In fact, I still don't think he realized what had happened. However, our apartment smelt like burnt hair for a good hour afterwards.