It's a gas gas gas

I'm on my way home from work today and Steve calls. Seems when he got home he smelled gas and found one of the knobs from our gas stove turned fully on. Okay. I rarely cook. And lately -- I don't cook food at all. I've been juicing and eating in the raw. Well. Eating raw foods. Heh.

Aannywaay... Our stove knobs have to be pushed in before you can turn them on. I couldn't have bumped into the stove and accidently turned the gas on because a) I wasn't near the stove this morning, and b) I'd have to be doing the crazy dance to push in the knob and then turn it to the left -- all the way on. Don't remember doing that... Steve swears he didn't touch the stove.

The person I talked to at the gas company thought if the gas was on all our cats would be sick. Hm...

Hey! The cats!