One of the new things we got was a new microwave. The old microwave was not really old, but it started making a cracking noise and Lynettea was too frightened to use it. The microwave before that nearly burnt the house down, three years ago, and she didn't want to take any risks.
I agree. I remember having all the firemen come in their giant white suits like space creatures and me running past them out the front door, with the fire alarm screaming in my ears. I jumped over the fence and hid in Orla's shed. (Orla is the dog next door). Fortunately Orla didn't want to use the shed and didn't find me there. Orla's parents looked for me, but they couldn't find me either. I stayed out until 10 o'clock at night, when I miaouwed at my bedroom window for Lynettea to let me come inside. It was starting to get colder and I felt peckish.
She seemed to be in a terrible state and it took ages for me to calm her down.
No we don't want a repeat of that!
Well, Lynettea spent a long time yesterday trying to get up courage to try the new microwave. After exhaustively reading all the instructions she could find, she put in a mug of carob milk to heat. Good. She sat down to drink it very appreciatively, having had no home heated food for several days.
I jumped up on the next chair.
Then she put her arm over to pat me, caught her hand in the handle of the mug and emptied the hot milk all over herself, the table, the chair and the floor. There was only a tiny amount left to drink.
It took us ages to clean it all up. I helped by miaowing. Fortunately no milk went on my furs. The velvet covered chair I was sitting on was drenched, so it was a lucky escape for me. We seemed to be cleaning and polishing so many things for hours.
Now she wants to work out how to heat a lentil pie in the air fryer she bought. It would be easier to bring home a hot pie from the shop, I think. There don't seem to be any recipes for heating things.
Or why not just open some foil packets of pre-prepared foods. That is all I get. Plus a few dried crispies from a bag.
Why is there always such a drama, is what I am thinking.