We almost "lost" our cats yesterday. But, no such luck. Grandpa Scott came down to babysit the heifers so Jed could run to Rapid. Before Jed left he tried to burn the house down. Literally. He was cooking a chicken breast and went outside to check the heifers real quick. Ended up having one calving so he stayed out there to watch her and pull the calf. Came back inside and the chicken breast was on fire. WHOOPS! Blackened chicken anyone? Then he grabbed the pan off the stove and threw it on the counter. Burned the counter too...Uhm DUH! House was completely full of smoke and by the time I got home it smelled like someone had branded calves all day. . . INSIDE.
Anyway, so Scott opened up some windows while he was there to try and clear some smoke out. He forgot the cats might try to get out (some of our windows don't have screens). He came back from visiting Bonnie and one cat was sitting in the window sill. The other was sleeping in Paisley's bed as usual. Dang. Nice try though.
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