table when Slippers came to check on me. I could never work alone with him. He jumped up on the sideboard so he could see what I was doing (and to jump over to help me if I needed it). He walked along the side board towards the candle happily flaming away. I was on the other side of the table, saw Slippers walking toward the flame, yelling at him to stop (when does a cat listen to anyone) trying to get around the table to him, and yes, up in flames he goes. Now I'm yelling for my husband, who is in the next room, scrambling to get to Slippers. Well I got to him, with fabric to wrap him in to smother the flames. He obviously thinks I have lost my mind and is trying to get away. I am still yelling for my husband, checking to see how badly burned Slippers is and thanking God the house didn't catch on fire. Now Rob appears asking what is wrong. You would think the burned fur smell would be a clue. Well, it turns out that thanks to Slippers being a long-haired cat, only his fur was singed on the edges. No permanent harm to anyone but me. I wouldn't burn another candle with him around.