Sister in law had a pure white persian that looked like tard cat. She went away for the weekend and asked my wife and I to stay at her apartment. We were dating at the time, had only been together a couple months. I decided I would make it a romantic weekend.
I stopped at the grocery store, picked up some items. I stopped at the movie store and picked up some porn tapes.
I made her roasted duckling with acorn squash and a salad with home made honey mustard vinaigrette for a dressing.
We retired to the bedroom, I had candles lit and popped in a movie.
Things were getting frisky and all of a sudden my wife said what's that smell. I looked to the left and the persian was standing next to the candle with it's left side on fire.
Luckily I was able to put the fire out as I was beating him with a blanket as he was running around the room. He was fine except for some missing hair on the side. I trimmed him to make him look even and we left quickly the next morning before her sister got home.
I don't think her sister ever said a word.
Haven't thought of that in 34 years.
