I was turning on the stove to start cooking and it was making the "tick, tick, tick, tick, tick" sound that the gas burner makes before the flame comes out. Bootz heard the ticking and flew to the stove, placing his face close to the burner. I quickly reached out to move him out of the way but I wasn't fast enough. The flames burst through the burner and popped Bootz on his whiskers. He ran around for a few seconds in shock as the flames blew out and now he is whisker-less on one side of his face.
I cried and cried and cried and kept asking myself WHY didn't I think to just turn the stove OFF?! I called everyone I could think of and no one felt bad for me or for Bootz. Everyone just reassured me that he would be okay and that his whiskers will grow back. I felt like this was my second cat-neglect moment. I'm going to be a crappy mom.eh..
