A few days ago, a friend and I were discussing Oscar's whiskers.  How
long and shapely they were.
 
Recently Oscar has discovered how to leap from a wooden chair in the
sunroom and onto the kitchen bench.  I thought I had moved the chair
far enough away.  But coming into the kitchen to check on some pasta
that was cooking on my gas stove, I smelt something odd.
 
Oscar was happily digging through my breakfast cereal, otherwise
unharmed, but with fried whiskers.  On both sides.
 
Ferret proofing is never over.  The girls dont give me a tenth of the
trouble that Oscar does. :)
 
Sandra,
Clover, Princess (recovered from insulinoma surgery), Oscar-the-curly and
Gemma-the-cat.
[Posted in FML issue 3989]