Of course, we are doomed. Cats.

[xiphias]

I walk into the bathroom. Our cat Nicky is lying on the floor, on the bathmat, with his paws stuck under the space heater. It's a radiator-shaped space heater, and he does this with our radiators, paws stuck underneath with his head tilted back so his chin is facing the heater but not touching so he doesn't get burned.

We haven't turned the heat on in the house yet, and I haven't used the space heater in a couple weeks. If it's a really cold morning, I turn on the space heater before we shower, and turn it off again after we're dressed. It hasn't been cold enough to make that worthwhile for a while now.

"Nicky. That's not going to help. The space heater's not ... wait, what?"

The space heater is warm.

The switch is flipped. It's on. It WASN'T on this morning -- I'm sure, because I moved it around.

I think our boy has figured out how to turn on the space heater in the bathroom.

Doomed. We are doomed.

Comments

[(Anonymous)]

Smart Cat.

[xiphias.livejournal.com]

Yes. Alarmingly so.

[yendi]

Doomed or not, at least you'll be toasty.

[thnidu.livejournal.com]

If not toast.

[browngirl.livejournal.com]

Yeah, this.

[tavella.livejournal.com]

"Clever girlboy!"

[xiphias.livejournal.com]

Having never seen JURASSIC PARK, I had to look up the reference. But, yes, that does encapsulate the combination of awed respect and utter doomed-ness.

[cellio]

Oh my. You're in trouble now.

Time to start unplugging when not in use?

[xiphias.livejournal.com]

Right, because we want to train them to learn how electrical plugs work?