Where there’s smoke…
The other day we took delivery of our new Louis Phillipe panel bed, and I ran out to get a dust ruffle and a new mattress pad and hub went to get our Oriental rug (which looks an awful lot like this) out of storage and I washed the new sheets and cleaned up the bedroom and we started to put everything together. I spent half an hour trying to get the Kool-aid barf stain out of the rug until we decided just to put that part under the bed. When I tried to put on the bed skirt, I realized the package was mislabeled and it was the wrong size. The mattress pad (viscose foam) stunk horribly, so I lit a nice soothing vanilla candle and put it on my nightstand, then curled up in the new bed in the new sheets on the new mattress pad and read a nice murder mystery book.
At this point the cat jumped up onto the bed, purring madly, and started bumping me for attention. She does the “pet me” dance for about 5 minutes before I notice the smell. Burning hair. The dumbass cat had apparently dunked her tail into the candle and caught her fur on fire, never noticing. After giving me a puzzled look because I started madly beating on her tail, she ran off.
We ended up taking off the mattress pad anyway, because it was too hot.