So this evening I'm in the throes of removing a virus on my PC (I hate PCs, I really do) and I've got the oven warming up. Unbeknownst to me, there is a residue of carmelized sugar and corn syrup on the bottom of the oven from a couple of pecan pies I baked the other day and this residue is getting very hot and smoking.
I hear a little squeak from the kitchen, where Brownie, one of my Siameses is. Now, these little fellows make NO sound - they don't meow the way normal Siamese or cats do.. ever. I think it's a side effect of having grown up feral - and their mom teaching them that noise was a bad thing if they wanted to live.
Anyway, they never make a peep. So when he squeaked, I reacted.. thinking that maybe he had gotten into something he shouldn't have. I come into the kitchen and find the oven smoking heavily.. I'm surprised the smoke alarm hasn't gone off.
I turn everything off, open the windows and clear the place out, and clean out the oven (as I should have done the first time).
Saved by "the squeak of life". :)
Posted by artandscience at December 12, 2006 04:44 PM