“Singe-tail”

We have reached a new low of stupidity, everyone. All of a sudden tonight, Jesse and I smelled a putrid smoky smell, kind of like when someone has left their hair in a curling iron for fifteen minutes. Only it wasn’t human hair.

Mirabelle had lit herself on fire.

Jesse and I had lit some Christmas candles and set them on our dresser. Not five minutes later, and Mirabelle had jumped up on the dresser and let her tail come to rest on top of one of them.

She didn’t even know what was happening- she probably thought later that WE were the ones to make half the hair on her tail feel crispy. We yelled at her and made her jump off the dresser, carrying with her that horrid burning smell. She ran off, not even knowing what all the big deal was about.

We didn’t stop laughing for a long time. Then we couldn’t stop hypothesizing about what would have happened had there been actual flames coming from her tail. By the time we would have caught her, what with all the yowling, half the apartment would have been on fire.

Yes, it was funny to think about. But nothing could make the smell any better.

Mirabelle’s Online Survey

Fill out each question honestly! If you don’t, merchant elves from the land of Hawaii will tear out your whiskers and lasso them around little kitties! Plus, you will have bad luck for 10 years! And no kitty litter!

Name: Mirabelle Cone

Favorite–

Color: I don’t see colors.

Friends: Kelly’s my mom, so I guess she doesn’t count. I just use her for cuddling. Jesse’s my toy, so he doesn’t count either since I guess friends don’t bite and scratch at faces. Maybe Allanah, she’s the only person I don’t growl at.

Pastimes: Sticking bobby pins in Jesse’s shoes, sprinting around the house, running into things, meowing all night, biting Jesse’s hand, running on my vertical treadmill (a special model called, the shiny dishwasher).

Food: Toilet water.

Celebrity: Jessica Simpson. SOO Smart.

Where do you see yourself 10 years from now?: On a couch cleaning my butt

Who are your enemies?: Oh, I have so many, how can I begin….well, all those noises outside the door. Humans can’t hear them, but I do. Trust me they’re there, and they make me so crazy….but it’s not my fault!

What religion do you practice?: I do whatever the little voices say. They tell me to scratch on the wall, I do it. But I can’t stand the sign of the cross. That’s why I hiss.

What special talents do you have?: I can growl. Sometimes, I can even act normal. I also like to hiss alot.

Do you have areas for improvement in your life?: Maybe I could learn to aim as I shove litter over my “business”. Other than that, no. I am the perfect household cat.

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Spit on the Alma Mater!

Guess what I just found out….around 20 years ago, Lance Armstrong was one of the few and the proud to graduate from Bending Oaks! He is their amorous connection to the world of fame and athletics. The feeling is not mutual, however.

Apparently, Lance is bitter about his high school experience. He lived and went to school in Plano, but then qualified for some huge triathlon. When Plano high school officials wouldn’t let him skip that much school and still graduate, Lance had to turn to Bending Oaks for “alternatives”. He took summer classes and barely passed with enough credits to graduate. Rumor has it that his mom even had to beg the school to grant him his diploma.

Because of this, Lance openly despises Plano. He makes derisive mention of the city (and occasionally Bending Oaks) in his books, and he turned them down flat when they tried to hold a parade in his honor a few years ago.

So there you have it! Lance’s alma mater! Let’s just hope he doesn’t decide to visit…