"Ah, this is the life, Bugaboo. All you need is a cozy fire and a lap," Cat purrs with his head in my lap. "Oh?" I laugh as I gently scratch his ears. "So, you don't want hot dogs and marshmallows?"
Cat springs up as if a toy mouse as surprised him. Before I can stop him, Cat is ripping open the bag. "Love, what are you doing? We need proper sticks for roasting!" "Sticks? Those puny things? Ha! Watch and learn, M'lady!" "I'm going to learn something I'm sure," I mutter settling back on the crunchy pile of leaves.
Cat and I took a trip into the forest and the day has been perfect, and above us a full moon glows. I watch with amusement as Cat sticks not one, not three, but ten marshmallows on his claws and holds them in the front of the fire. "Get the smore's ready!" he sings, his tail lashing with excitement.
I should have waited for just as I'm breaking open the box of graham crackers, Cat lets out a shriek. "Ladybug! My claws are on fire!" Sure, enough, Cat's claws now resemble ten candles like the ones my mother lights at me.
"Stand still, will you! I'll douse your claws with water!" Splash! I end up soaking Cat and our treats. "You ruined our gooey, gooey snack!" he tells me. "Cat, you were on fire and your worried about your snack?" "I have nine lives. I figure losing one over a snack isn't going to kill me." "Cat, when will you learn to be more cautious?" "Hey, that's what I have you for. To get me out of jams."
"Lucky for you, I brought an extra bag." I laugh as Cat's mouth drops open in delight. "But first we need to find sticks."
Five minutes later, our faces are all sticky and smeared with chocolate, but at least my partner is okay.
Though I will never forget Cat having ten candles on hands and the smell of burnt marshmallows!