The Fretful Mother's Blog

This is a totally separate fear than the one of hot tubs. This is more a fear of being too relaxed, as I was last night. After a long, hard day of shopping, eating and movie-watching, I needed a break. I poured myself a glass of wine, lit a candle and decided to unwind in a steaming hot tub of saltwater. I closed my eyes and thought about how nice it was to just be. Then I smelled something funny.
I opened my eyes and spied the cat sitting next to the candle with her tail obliviously on fire! I jumped up so fast, which I’m sure was not a pretty sight and started trying to blow it out. This startled Archimedes, who for the first time in her life decided to run. So then I had to bound out of the tub chasing the cat who decided five feet would surely be a safe distance (she’s not the brightest). I tackled her and threw a wet Buzz Lightyear washcloth on her tail. This was apparently more upsetting than having it on fire. She greatly protested. At least she is my black cat, so a singed tail shouldn’t be too noticeable, except for the smell. If anyone has ever smelled burning cat fur (and I hope you have not), it’s not pleasant. This is what I get for thinking a bath will solve all my troubles. I guess I’m heading back to the showers from now on. You can never be too safe.

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