I confess…I set my apartment on fire.

It was an accident. I love burning lots of candles. I like the way they make the apartment smell. There are always lots of lit candles in our apartment at any given time.My boyfriend and I got into this argument. I think he’s cheating on me with this ugly woman named Cynthia who lives on the second floor of our apartment building. Like I said we got in an argument over him spending way too much “alone time” with Cynthia. He stormed out of our apartment and went straight to Cynthia.

I got totally pissed, plus I’ll admit I’d been drinking some. I used one of the candles to burn some papers…work stuff that my boyfriend had in his satchel. I thought that I had put out the fire before I went to Cynthia’s apartment to confront my boyfriend. When we returned, the apartment was on fire.

Nobody got hurt, but we had to move into another apartment in the building. When questioned about how the fire started, I told everyone ( the fire inspector, the insurance guy, our landlord, my boyfriend, etc.) that it was probably my cat, Ms. Tinkle. Maybe she’d jumped on top of the table and knocked over the candles.

Now, my landlord wants me to get rid of Ms. Tinkle, even though I promised my landlord that I would never burn another candle in the apartment. Also, my boyfriend, who never liked my cat, is threatening to leave me if I don’t give up Ms. Tinkle.

I love my cat and I love my boyfriend and I love our new apartment (it’s a bigger, nicer apartment and the landlord isn’t charging us more rent). But, I can’t say that the fire was my fault. And I don’t know of anyone to give Ms. Tinkle to that would love her like I do.

Signed,

Fire Cat

What advice do you have for Fire Cat?

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