Francis has a new name

Mr Oven Glove

Why?

Well, now the weather is turning colder, I've taken to lighting a coal/wood
fire in the hearth. It's quite lovely of an evening. Vernon & sit there,
have a glass of wine.. watch a film... talk... the cats curl up nearby.

So I'm sat there, in front of a roaring fire, sipping a glass of some nicely
chilled fermented juice of grape. Francis wanders in the room, sees the
fire, walks over me to get to the front of the hearth. He is standing about
a foot from the fire, soaking up the heat, eyes closed in bliss. Then I
notice smoke. The smoke is not coming from the fire. The smoke is coming
from Francis. The side of him facing the fire has smoldering fur. I move
Francis out of the way. I get the feline look of death. Francis tries to get
back to where he was sitting in front of the fire. Obviously he is not
content with a mere smolder... Talk about a cat that likes heat on a cold
late autumn evening! He is not best pleased that I have removed him...

wafflycat wrote:
Mr Oven Glove

Why?

Well, now the weather is turning colder, I've taken to lighting a
coal/wood fire in the hearth. It's quite lovely of an evening. Vernon
& sit there, have a glass of wine.. watch a film... talk... the cats
curl up nearby.
So I'm sat there, in front of a roaring fire, sipping a glass of some
nicely chilled fermented juice of grape. Francis wanders in the room,
sees the fire, walks over me to get to the front of the hearth. He is
standing about a foot from the fire, soaking up the heat, eyes closed
in bliss. Then I notice smoke. The smoke is not coming from the fire.
The smoke is coming from Francis. The side of him facing the fire has
smoldering fur. I move Francis out of the way. I get the feline look
of death. Francis tries to get back to where he was sitting in front
of the fire. Obviously he is not content with a mere smolder... Talk
about a cat that likes heat on a cold late autumn evening! He is not
best pleased that I have removed him...

Dear Francis, he's not the brightest of cats is he? :-)
--
Adrian (Owned by Snoopy, Bagheera & Shadow)
Cats leave pawprints on your heart
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wafflycat wrote:
Mr Oven Glove

Why?

Well, now the weather is turning colder, I've taken to lighting a
coal/wood fire in the hearth. It's quite lovely of an evening. Vernon
& sit there, have a glass of wine.. watch a film... talk... the cats
curl up nearby.
So I'm sat there, in front of a roaring fire, sipping a glass of some
nicely chilled fermented juice of grape. Francis wanders in the room,
sees the fire, walks over me to get to the front of the hearth. He is
standing about a foot from the fire, soaking up the heat, eyes closed
in bliss. Then I notice smoke. The smoke is not coming from the fire.
The smoke is coming from Francis. The side of him facing the fire has
smoldering fur. I move Francis out of the way. I get the feline look
of death. Francis tries to get back to where he was sitting in front
of the fire. Obviously he is not content with a mere smolder... Talk
about a cat that likes heat on a cold late autumn evening! He is not
best pleased that I have removed him...

Dear Francis, he's not the brightest of cats is he? :-)
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He normally is. He's certainly far brighter than Marble (who has one brain
cell and it is devoted to food) but not as bright as Waffles. Francis is the
one who when outside and he wants to be in, will perch himself on the top of
my car, which is located at the front of the house, in perfect line of sight
of me sat at computer in the office... and he makes sure I know where he is
and that he's like the door opened please. But he seems to be hypnotised by
the open fire and the heat from it.

"wafflycat" wrote in message
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Mr Oven Glove

Why?

Well, now the weather is turning colder, I've taken to lighting a
coal/wood fire in the hearth. It's quite lovely of an evening.
Vernon & sit there, have a glass of wine.. watch a film... talk...
the cats curl up nearby.

So I'm sat there, in front of a roaring fire, sipping a glass of
some nicely chilled fermented juice of grape. Francis wanders in the
room, sees the fire, walks over me to get to the front of the
hearth. He is standing about a foot from the fire, soaking up the
heat, eyes closed in bliss. Then I notice smoke. The smoke is not
coming from the fire. The smoke is coming from Francis. The side of
him facing the fire has smoldering fur. I move Francis out of the
way. I get the feline look of death. Francis tries to get back to
where he was sitting in front of the fire. Obviously he is not
content with a mere smolder... Talk about a cat that likes heat on a
cold late autumn evening! He is not best pleased that I have removed
him...


We used to really have to watch our guys, and ourselves when we had a
wood fire. We have a raised hearth, so it was easy to sit very close
and toast you coat (or fur) before the rest of you registered warm.

We had a gas log installed two years ago when it got to be too much
cost and work to care for a wood fire as often as we would enjoy one.

Still expensive, but I think of it more as entertainment than heat.
Since we live right by natural gas fields the cost isn't as bad as it
would be somewhere else.

Jo

wafflycat wrote:
Mr Oven Glove

Why?

Well, now the weather is turning colder, I've taken to lighting a
coal/wood fire in the hearth. It's quite lovely of an evening. Vernon &
sit there, have a glass of wine.. watch a film... talk... the cats curl
up nearby.

So I'm sat there, in front of a roaring fire, sipping a glass of some
nicely chilled fermented juice of grape. Francis wanders in the room,
sees the fire, walks over me to get to the front of the hearth. He is
standing about a foot from the fire, soaking up the heat, eyes closed in
bliss. Then I notice smoke. The smoke is not coming from the fire. The
smoke is coming from Francis. The side of him facing the fire has
smoldering fur. I move Francis out of the way. I get the feline look of
death. Francis tries to get back to where he was sitting in front of the
fire. Obviously he is not content with a mere smolder... Talk about a
cat that likes heat on a cold late autumn evening! He is not best
pleased that I have removed him...



Cats............ not the musical

We've had the furnace running lately, and I have seen a couple of the
cats not just laying near the air-vents, but actually curled in bliss ON
the air vent, getting nicely baked while napping.

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wafflycat wrote:
bliss. Then I notice smoke. The smoke is not coming from the fire. The
smoke is coming from Francis. The side of him facing the fire has
smoldering fur. I move Francis out of the way. I get the feline look of
death. Francis tries to get back to where he was sitting in front of the
fire. Obviously he is not content with a mere smolder... Talk about a

LOL! We're always afraid Basho will end up like that, he *loves* the
fireplace.

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wafflycat wrote:
Mr Oven Glove

Why?

Well, now the weather is turning colder, I've taken to lighting a
coal/wood fire in the hearth. It's quite lovely of an evening. Vernon
& sit there, have a glass of wine.. watch a film... talk... the cats
curl up nearby.
So I'm sat there, in front of a roaring fire, sipping a glass of some
nicely chilled fermented juice of grape. Francis wanders in the room,
sees the fire, walks over me to get to the front of the hearth. He is
standing about a foot from the fire, soaking up the heat, eyes closed
in bliss. Then I notice smoke. The smoke is not coming from the fire.
The smoke is coming from Francis. The side of him facing the fire has
smoldering fur. I move Francis out of the way. I get the feline look
of death. Francis tries to get back to where he was sitting in front
of the fire. Obviously he is not content with a mere smolder... Talk
about a cat that likes heat on a cold late autumn evening! He is not
best pleased that I have removed him...


Persia loved sitting in front of the log fireplace back home. She didn't
set her fur on fire, though My mother has gas logs but she's never
turned them on in 22 years. I'm terrified to even think about it! Persia
will just have to be satisfied with the sunshine. It's still warm here.

Jill

"wafflycat" wrote in message
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Mr Oven Glove

Why?

Well, now the weather is turning colder, I've taken to lighting a
coal/wood fire in the hearth. It's quite lovely of an evening. Vernon &
sit there, have a glass of wine.. watch a film... talk... the cats curl up
nearby.

So I'm sat there, in front of a roaring fire, sipping a glass of some
nicely chilled fermented juice of grape. Francis wanders in the room, sees
the fire, walks over me to get to the front of the hearth. He is standing
about a foot from the fire, soaking up the heat, eyes closed in bliss.
Then I notice smoke. The smoke is not coming from the fire. The smoke is
coming from Francis. The side of him facing the fire has smoldering fur. I
move Francis out of the way. I get the feline look of death. Francis tries
to get back to where he was sitting in front of the fire. Obviously he is
not content with a mere smolder... Talk about a cat that likes heat on a
cold late autumn evening! He is not best pleased that I have removed
him...


Poor Francis. He's such a character. Chasing chickens and immolating
himself.

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"wafflycat" wrote in message
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Mr Oven Glove

Why?

Well, now the weather is turning colder, I've taken to lighting a
coal/wood fire in the hearth. It's quite lovely of an evening. Vernon &
sit there, have a glass of wine.. watch a film... talk... the cats curl
up nearby.

So I'm sat there, in front of a roaring fire, sipping a glass of some
nicely chilled fermented juice of grape. Francis wanders in the room,
sees the fire, walks over me to get to the front of the hearth. He is
standing about a foot from the fire, soaking up the heat, eyes closed in
bliss. Then I notice smoke. The smoke is not coming from the fire. The
smoke is coming from Francis. The side of him facing the fire has
smoldering fur. I move Francis out of the way. I get the feline look of
death. Francis tries to get back to where he was sitting in front of the
fire. Obviously he is not content with a mere smolder... Talk about a cat
that likes heat on a cold late autumn evening! He is not best pleased
that I have removed him...


Poor Francis. He's such a character. Chasing chickens and immolating
himself.


heh... he is a bit of a character alright. I thank the gods, godesses,
evolution, powers that be etc., for that everyday (cursing a fool vet at the
same time...)

On Oct 27, 3:20*pm, Magic Mood Jeep © wrote:
We've had the furnace running lately, and I have seen a couple of the
cats not just laying near the air-vents, but actually curled in bliss ON
the air vent, getting nicely baked while napping.

Ah yes....Worshipping the Heat God. All our cats do that. It's a
wonder any heat ever gets into the room...

Deborah
slave to the Magnificents