"Quick as a Cat" is so Cliche

I came home from work last week and decided my place stunk, instead of cleaning I lit a few candles, a stick of incense and proceeded to "google" insanely expensive real estate (it's an obsession of mine that often leaves me quite depressed).

About 15 minutes into the self pity I knowingly set myself up for, I smelled something, something putrid. I had the dryer running and at first hypothesized that the smell was a broken belt from the dryer. I quickly realized that the smell was a too intense to be coming from the basement. I followed the smell into the kitchen where I found the following scene. The picture shown is obviously a reenactment (and quite a good one if you ask me).




Needless to say, Roswell was on fire! I had had a candle burning on my above the sink shelf and Roswell was wandering around on it and caught fire. As soon as a ran in the room and assessed the situation I yelled out. Roswell looked at me and meowed, clueless to the fact that he was quickly transforming from a fur ball, to a fireball. I ceased to think and began reacting, I grabbed the cat and threw him in the sink and turned the water on. After I successfully extinguished the cat I assessed the damage. The hair on Roswell's right side was singed and black but the skin had not been burnt at all, I don't even think the cat ever knew he'd been on fire. After a big sigh of relief and hugs and kisses, I gave the cat what he needed and what he deserved, a bath!

Lessons learned: 1. Cats are NOT fire retardent.
2. Fire safety won't save you in the clutch, instinct will.