Sunshine today, but the real fireworks happened back home! As usual, Mom was whipping up dinner in the kitchen. Everything seemed normal until she briefly stepped away from a pot on the stove. I was chilling in my room when suddenly, a shriek pierced the air – it came from the kitchen! My mind raced with horrifying images of sliced fingers and kitchen disasters. No Mom! I bolted over there, bracing for the worst. But instead of blood, I was met with the most bizarre sight ever: my cat, perched by the stove, with his tail on fire! Without knowing! It was like a scene straight out of a cartoon! Thinking back, I really should’ve snapped a picture of it. Seriously, who gets to say their cat had a fiery tail situation? Luckily, Mom doused the flames in a flash. My cat was unharmed, except a tuft of burnt hair. Let's say he definitely learned a valuable lesson about stovetop curiosity.