The Lady yelled at me the other day. I mean really YELLED! She screamed at me. She kept yelling and screaming NO NO NO! I ran far away. I didn't like that at all. I was in the kitchen and she was cooking. Later she told me that I could not get on the stove any time no matter WHAT.
Now you kitties don't have to tell me why I shouldn't get on the stove, cuz both Gizzy and Jasmine have been telling me over and over again that it's hot and it's dangerous. The Lady has been making sure I get it by banging on the stove and making a heck of a ruckus while saying NO over and over again whenever I get too close.
It's hard though. Today she made something called a frit, frit-tut, frit-ta-tut, frita, oh whatever. I know it had eggs and ham (which I wanted), and cheese (which I also wanted) and some onions (which I most certainly did NOT want) and some other stuff. It smelled up the whole house. But she didn't give us cats any.
Then she put some meat on a pan and stuck that in a box in the stove. That smelled really really good, and I wanted it. Then she took it out of the oven, and put it in this thing on the counter. She added all kinds of stupid stuff, like wine (ick) and tomatoes (yech). That's been smelling up the place all day, and it smells REALLY good.
I spent a lot of time in this nice basket with some clean warm stuff in it. At least I can do this without getting into any trouble.