Poor Tiggyr burned half of the fur off the underside of her tail on Saturday night. That's when the phrase, "Burnt cat smells horrible," came into being. And now it's stuck in my head and needs to come out in a story, but I'm not sure which one, yet.
Before you read any further, Tiggyr is completely fine. Luckily, she only wounded her vanity and not her catsona, but I'm sure she will tire of my husband and I laughing at her over the next few weeks as her fur grows out. My husband thinks we should shave her tail so we don't have to smell burnt cat, but I think that's adding insult to injury! What lady wants to shave her beautiful hair?
I know how Tiggyr burned her tail, but you don't. So in a sentence or two, what do you think happened to the frisky feline on Saturday night? I'll tell you on Tuesday, but for now, amuse me, my demon hunters and tell me a good tail -- err, tale.