This thing really puts out the warms - even better than the dishwasher! The Mom said that we're not supposed to be on it at all (something about it's dangerous and we'll burn our feets or something). But I'm like, whatever, I'm going to do what I want. (She also wants me to tell you that if
on the rare occasion that they're using the stove, me and Tazo have to
get locked up in kitty jail for like a squillion hours be in our room until it's cooled off and safe for us and that even then she's hollering at us to stay out of the kitchen.) Dood. I'm just trying to take a nap.
