because TERRIFIC starts with T

A Tycho post, by request!

Tycho likes to toast himself under my desk lamp while I'm sitting here toiling away. He does it methodically, section by section... he starts with the butt, then moves up to the midsection, and finally roasts his head. He gets pretty hot, too! I have one of those Ikea lights that will melt the erasure clean off a pencile (I've tried it - doesn't smell good). Once he's decently stoned, T will stagger down onto my lap and lie like a lump on a stump until my legs lose all feeling below the knee and I heave him onto the radiator.

By this point he's completely CATatonic (!!!) and can only manage a half-hearted, slow-motion swipe at my hand as I tug on his ears (they're so soft and velvety!). I wonder if it's a fire hazard to have a big fuzzy bundle of fur baking away on the radiator all afternoon? I'm not too worried. I think his drool could put out some pretty big blazes.