Luckily, it was only the first night of Hanukkah and one candle was lit. Nosy Darby has to be involved in everything - he's smart enough to not burn his face, but his tail is another story. He swishes it back and forth and before we can swat him off the table, my house smells like burnt fur. Not truly burnt, just a singed hair or two, and he never noticed!
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