Velvet the hero
So I was baking today. My niece loves chocolate chip cookies and since it's her birthday, I thought it would be a nice thing to do.
Except I left the oven on. At nearly 400 degrees. I'm always careful about stuff like that, but I suppose we all have our moments.
I left the house to pick up a birthday present for her and hubby stayed behind. When I got home, my husband had this cool story to tell me.
He had just taken a shower and stepped out of the wash room. Velvet was parked outside the kitchen and started yowling his little head off as soon as he saw my husband. Hubby was puzzled. Yowling is usually done in my presence because I am the food giver and the vocalizations are meant to tell me, "Feed me NOW slave, for I am hungry." But this sounded different, my husband explained. More desperate. After a couple of minutes of yowling, my husband finally walked up to Velvet who bolted into the kitchen. Hubby followed him in and nearly melted on the spot. He instantly figured I'd forgotten to turn off the stove and turned it off.
Velvet saved the day. He got extra greenies.