A rare good thing about getting older, is my need to get up every two-to-three hours to piss while you youngsters stay asleep, was it allowed me to wake up quickly when the smoke detectors made their obnoxious noises. Rushing to the kitchen, smelling the smoke, I saw the fire on the stove top. Seems, one of the cats, most likely Nubby because he’s an asshole, jumped up in his never-ending quest to eat, turned one of the dials to fire up the gas. Presto! Torching the boxes of food that should never be there. The extinguisher my ex left behind was worthless. Eventually we got it put out before it did any serious damage or harm. Isis, who loves to sleep on the cabinets above was traumatized a bit so she let me comfort her. The others were standing around like the sociopaths they are thinking, “Oh! You’re up! So you’ll start feeding us?!” None were injured which was a relief. My blisters surfaced by late morning to show my stupidity.
Next up this weekend. New extinguishers for the house! Once they’re used, they’re useless in the future. Jennifer also put in an order to have gizmos on the dials to prevent this again. I also made an edict of no more shit on the stove top.