Things that make you go "Hmmm," or, rather, "Wha...?"
ME (in e-mail to Plum's former owner): I was just about to put some banana bread in the oven, and ended up dropping the pan of banana batter because Plum was poised to jump into the oven. I clanged the pan down onto the top of the stove with a thankfully small batter-splash and shooed him away before he became an entree on tonight's menu. Whew!
FORMER OWNER O' PLUM: Oh! I forgot to tell you he does that. He loves to jump in the oven. I used to use mine to store boots in, and I'd have to shoo him out before I closed the oven door all the time. The pilot light kept it nice and cozy in there.
ME: He's safe. And I love the mental image of you keeping your boots in the oven. Boots!
FORMER OWNER O' PLUM: Oh, wait... it was a problem because your oven was actually on. No boots involved.
ME: No boots. I rather think it's sad, though, cuz boots would've added that extra oomph my banana bread so often lacks. Daggit.
FORMER OWNER O' PLUM: Pat his head for me.
FORMER OWNER O' PLUM: Oh! I forgot to tell you he does that. He loves to jump in the oven. I used to use mine to store boots in, and I'd have to shoo him out before I closed the oven door all the time. The pilot light kept it nice and cozy in there.
ME: He's safe. And I love the mental image of you keeping your boots in the oven. Boots!
FORMER OWNER O' PLUM: Oh, wait... it was a problem because your oven was actually on. No boots involved.
ME: No boots. I rather think it's sad, though, cuz boots would've added that extra oomph my banana bread so often lacks. Daggit.
FORMER OWNER O' PLUM: Pat his head for me.