We’re toast
A couple weeks ago, my mother phoned to tell me that she had seen video on The Weather Channel of a snow blower on fire. Knowing the trouble I’ve had with mine, she called to see I’d torched it out of frustration or if it had given up and exploded…
Not my snow blower…
But…that’s my toaster in the snow.
The toaster is in the snow because it caught fire this morning. I don’t mean a few crumbs smoking. It was fire. It was enough fire that I hesitated a moment thinking whether to grab it and take it outside or fetch the fire extinquisher.
This all happened about 6:30 a.m. so the day was off to an exciting start!
I started working early and worked straight through mid-afternoon before taking both Bob and Karl to the vet in Kalispell – Karl for a quick check and Bob for his first meet with the new guy, get caught up on shots (3!) and look at the insulin numbers.
Bob got his shots, his ears were cleaned and a new insulin prescribed. Dr. M. tried to listen to his heart and lungs but I guess it is hard to hear those things when an 18 pound cat is growling and hissing. We decided they were probably fine.
Bob gratefully got in the back of the Jeep with Karl and we had a quick and quiet ride home. Bob made it all the way to the turn into the driveway before throwing up.
Hard day.
We’re toast.