As some of you saw on Melly's facebook page, Scarlett caught her tail on fire Monday night. She's completely fine, but my goodness, she gave me a fright.
There was a large, shallow candle on the shelf in the bathroom, and as I was walking through the hallway, I looked into the bathroom and thought I saw that the end of Scarlett's tail was in the candle. Sure enough, the last three or four inches of her tail were engulfed in flames. I ran toward her, which scared her and caused her to jump off the shelf and run past me toward the living room. Fortunately, her speed put out the flames, but I was worried that her fur might still be smoldering. I also couldn't tell if she'd been injured, although her nonchalance suggested she hadn't been.
Geoff grabbed Scarlett and held her over the tub while I grabbed her tail, which she kept trying to tuck under herself, and doused most of her back end in cold water. Charred fur crunched off her tail and went everywhere as I rinsed. Melly, ever curious, came to watch the proceedings, propping her front paws on the edge of the tub to get a better view. Scarlett was thoroughly displeased at the whole situation and left poor Geoff rather bloody from her struggles.
Eventually, when I was satisfied that the flames were out and Scarlett was uninjured, we let her go to groom her tail fur back into place. Although the fur at the end of her tail is a bit singed and patchy where it burnt unevenly, Scarlett is none the worse for wear. The apartment, however, still smells a bit like scorched hair.
Here is Scarlett prior to The Incident, snuggling with me while I watched a movie: