Overheard in Walmart yesterday, as a little boy, obviously embracing his inner Dean Martin, wandered past singing to himself: When the moon hits your eye with a big piece of pie, that's annoying...

100_1350We haven't had a fire in any of the places we've lived since we got Max (so, thusly, neither have we had one since we got Buddah...) and decided in this house, we'd use the fire place.

They were both curious; the Spouse Thingy lit the little log but it fizzled out as both cats got close for inspection.

100_1380After the Spouse Thingy got it going again, Max was the only one who wanted to get close and watch the flames flicker.

I'm just hoping neither one decides to stick a little nose against the glass...

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