Ack! Burning Froot Loops stink!

Got up this morning and had breakfast. Let Dulce Mae outthe back door.
A little while later, I think about opening the door to let her back
in, when I hear girly voices outside.

So I look out the peephole, and see the next door neighbor's teenage
daughter and one of her friends, sitting outside in their underwear,
instead of seeing Dulce Mae...

Okay, I'm a bit slow this morning, and the next door neighbors are
kind of weird, so I didn't think anything of it.

I went to the front door to let Buster out, and was really surprised
to see the fog roiling as thickly as it was. Especially around the
neighbors' front door. THEN it dawned on me that fog doesn't generally
stink.

I went to the door and hollered in "Are y'all okay?", then realized
they were probably sitting outside the back door.

Yep. In their underwear, like I thought. I tried to be a gentlemana nd
averted my eyes. Mom had just gotten home from the night shift, had
just laid down, and she heard some loud crackling noises.

She woke up, saw the fire, rushed the girls out (they finally went in
and put some shorts on), and sprayed the cabinet that was on fire,
with the fire extinguisher.

The cabinet was still smoking, which made me nervous, since that
cabinet shares a wall with our kitchen. So I went over, and removed
the still-smoking charred box of cereal, several still-smoking
pop-tart packages, and a half-melted plate or two, and dumped them all
in the sink.

Once we ran water over the smoking remains, smoke generation dropped
quickly.

Neighbor has a little Yorkie, who was nervous and shaking, and they
asked if we could keep an eye on him for a while. All three cats are
vigorously shaking their heads no (I'm sure they were), but Little
Feet came over to say hello, and to see if he could sniff the dog's
feet (grin). Dulce Mae, who had come in decided to go back out, and
Buster just sat back and watched.

So a little excitement to get the blood pumping this morning...

Hugs and Purrs,
Mark