In the mean time, while all that was going on, Zak was working on Jebelee's computer. As he worked to install the Cricut design studio that had just arrived, Zak could hear the stereo buzzing of the two Cricuts in the other room doing their work. From the sound Zak was sure he was about to be stung by a swarm of tropical over sized poisonous killer bees.
The two girls were laughing and happy as they created their masterworks. By now Zak figured they were making pages from photos taken at Aunt Eartha's 10th birthday party. It did not matter that Aunt Eartha had been dead for 5 years. Zelda and Jebelee stated it the best, "Everything must be scrapped in order from start to finish." As they laughed, talked, gossipped, (not that they thought it was gossip), the mood was set by the scented candles that burned in the living room. One of the candles was on the table next to one of the Cricuts.
In the meantime, Jebelee told Zelda she was going to go down to the store for some more catnip and soda. This was Jebelee's favorite scrapping combination. She always said that it made her more creative.
Zak had come down, having finished the computer work. He was semi curled up on the sofa flipping channels to the rhythm of Cricuts cutting pages. Zelda was focused on arranging Aunt Eartha's birthday cake frill to highlight the photo of her 10th birthday. (That is 80 years old in cat years.) While Zelda was deep in thought about how to come up with a cute name for Aunt Eartha's big day......it happened.
The vibrating of the Cricuts on the table shook the candle off the table catching the couch on fire. It was as if a torch had hit the couch. It exploded into flames with the fire quickly spreading to the rug and chairs. As more of the house caught on fire. Zelda yelled, "Zak get up."
Now, Zak was not known for being fast. He was one of the most rotund cats in all of Florida. While Zak struggled off the other end of the couch, Zelda hurled the scrapbook she was making through the side window, clearing it of glass and saving the scrapbook. Next she grabbed her Cricut and its accessories and while blocking the window, now the only escape from the burning house, she carefully put each item through the window.
Behind Zelda, Zak was yelling, "Hurry up, my tail is on fire, it burns!!!!"
Zelda yelled back, "Just one more cartridge."
As the last Cricut cartridge flew through the window, Zelda could smell burnt cat hair behind her. She jumped through the window, and was followed by a burning and not very graceful Zak. Zak rolled through the dirt trying to put out his tail.
Zelda looked at all her Cricut stuff, now moved to a safe distance from the house, and said,"Look Zak, I saved the Cricut and the scrapbook. Poor Jebelee, she has lost all of her scrapbooks and her Cricut. I feel so sorry for her. "
Zak just stared at her, then passed out from the pain.

