June 4th 2007 1:03 pm
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i am very proud of my fluffy black tail, so it is with great embarassment that i relay the following events.
my mom/slave had a candle burning on the kitchen table to get rid of the doggie odor during dinner time. i, the investigator of All Things Important, was sitting on the table, as per usual, when my tail suddenly alit with colors before unknown to said tail.
my mom/slave gasped, and with alarming redundancy cried "pearl! your tail is on fire!"
i, being cool and collected in all but the most extreme situations, jumped from the table and by then, the small flame that was my tail had extinguished itself. still, my mom/slave was devestated that such a thing had been allowed to happen to me, her little sweetpants, and so she immediatly doused the candle with a swift breath, attended to my singed (but still fluffy) tail, and then, with no more regard to her folly, went about washing dishes as if nothing, certainly nothing quite so significant, had occured.
granted, there was no lasting damage done, no real injury, but i feel this tail-burning deserved at least a little tuna fish, or perhaps some salmon? its not every day, after all, that one's tail is aflame and one survives without permanent physical scarring.
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