Mom noticed I was up to no goods earlier ’cause I kinda left a little evidence behind.

See, I still have yet to master teh art of “jumping on teh stove” in order to finds yummy treats and crumbs.

Well, I jump up just fine, I just kinda always leave a very obvious hint behind.

I burned the furs on the top of my tail and the tip. You can see in the photos above how it’s all browned and curled now. I didn’t even notice I had done that! So when I demanded hugs from Mom I had no idea I was abouts to give myself away. See, sometimes there are yummy crumbs and drippings on the stove, I just can’t resist checking it out! But I always manage to burn my whiskers or furs. I thought I did so good too, ’cause my whiskers are long and pretty still, but when Mom was holding and petting me she just froze then smiled a creepy smile like that “Bob” human on those t.v. commercials for enzyte (it’s for male humans) and said “Denali, what happened to your tail, hmm?” in that very sweet voice of hers that is very, very scary and says “you are soooo dead meat” without saying it. That’s when I noticed my furs was burned.

My beautiful tail! Why can I not jump on the stove without burning my furs?

Does anyone have any tips or tricks for me?

Um, you see, when I jumped on the stove looking for fresh yummies the other day I must have gotten too close to the burners that were still on. My whiskers are burnt and curled, and some are burnt down to my face. I didn’t even notice my whiskers caught on fire…again. Hehe, but at least this time it wasn’t my tail! I noticed when that happened right away. So did mom and Isis too come to think of it.

I’m kinda glad she hasn’t noticed I knocked over the stack of mail full of bills, Christmas cards, and communion invitations. I’m gonna hope she blames that on Isis.