Oops

Frankie isn't too happy this evening.  With what seems like depressing regularity, mishap has once again befallen the Black One.

This evening he lost his whiskers.  I may bear some of the blame in this, but I am not stupid enough to stick my face into a lit gas ring, so I am not taking all of it.  No, he can shoulder some of this one.

I was making my dinner - a very pathetic poached egg on toast with a cup of tea.  I lit the gas ring and it went out.  So when I re-lit it, there was a mini explosion under the pan as the excess gas burned off.  It happens.

The Black One, also known as the Inbred and Slightly Stupid One, chose that moment to leap onto the side and stick his head into the gas ring.

I don't know why.  You'd think he would have learned after sniffing a lit candle (on three separate occasions) that fire does nothing for his looks.  But he hasn't.  And I doubt he will ever learn.  I really have no idea what he thought he was doing, but when his whiskers shrivelled and fell off, he puffed up and fell off the side.   He looked slightly puzzled (but then, he usually looks somewhat bewildered with life in general) and ran away.

I now have a cat with no whiskers (again).  A cat with no eye.  A cat with a belly that resembles a rugby ball.  A cat possessed by the devil (again).  A cat with violent tendencies.  A cat with a bottomless pit for a stomach.  A dog sleeping off an afternoon snack of an entire roll of kitchen paper.

Naturally, I was a little distracted after Frankie tried to roast his own head.  Who wouldn't be?

I used garlic butter instead of the more usual, and might I add, more appropriate, for poached egg.

Tasty.

Comments

[Miss Arrogant]

OMG, LOL. That reminds me of the time my brother stuck his head in the oven to light the pilot light. He came out looking like a scarecrow. I think it took a year off my mother's life.

[Kimmer]

You know, the members of your family all have their own distinctive traits - ya gotta love them for being unique, right?

Garlic butter on a poached egg sounds heavenly!

[corvine]

heh. My old cat dived up the chimney while the fire was on once. He'd just been sitting there, staring at it, and suddenly he was off. We turned the fire off and coaxed him down, and when he finally came he was black and had curly whiskers. He was nuts. I miss him.

[Stacy]

LOL silly cat.

I really like this set up. If I wasn't so lazy, I think i would switch to TypePad too.

[DMouse]

It's really easy, and not expensive.

You just make some little changes to your Blogger template and then you can import them directly. Takes five minutes tops......