Well, our sister R. told me about making her first turkey. In which the first thing I said, was you forgot to thaw it. She said HOW did you know. We both laughed. I know because it happened to me.
Let's see, there was the time mom made pot roast (we called it rubber roast..you know "NO BLOOD") you'd chew until you felt like your jaw was going to drop off. Well she checked the roast and was distracted for a minute by us. The cat got into the oven after the roast.
Mom closed the oven, not realizing the cat was in there. About 3 minutes later, we heard the cat. We could not figure out where it was coming from. We all were looking through the house. Then mom exclaimed, "No! It can be! It's coming from the oven!" We all ran to the kitchen. Mom opened the oven and out flew the cat with it's tail on fire. We grabbed the towels and grabbed the cat, smacking him out.
The smell of charred furr.. ewwwww. Poor Kitty! He was all right after we cleaned his tail and put ointment on the burn on his tail. He never tried that again.