When we 1st got Cinders, it was August- the height of Ohio's grilling season. We couldn't keep her away from the ashes under the grill (wasn't being used at the time) so we called her Cinders.
Well... tonight my DH dropped his cigarette. She was in the room with him. I hear him saying he dropped it, and he couldn't find it. I started to worry, cause he probaly dropped it in the lazy boy. Cinders seemed to be trying to help. He's shooing her away, so I call her to me. She starts running from me to him and back to me ( like 3 or 4 times). She finally stopped, and I saw her chewing on something. I grabbed at it, but she took off- it was his ciggy!!
I don't know how she got it- or where the lit part went, but she had it and was very happy with it. I checked her, she didn't get singed or burnt. She did get a lecture though about being too young to steal daddy's cigarettes.
He got a lecture too!
