A few nights ago, Master was using me as an ashtray. He has been decreasing the amount of water he puts in my hand when he puts the cigarette out each time. This particular time, he put just enough water to make the ashes damp, but as you can see, there was no “puddle” in the picture. It did hurt a little, but that isn’t why I jumped. The sizzle. The sizzle when the hot coals touch my hand scared me to death. Not that my jump was enough to move away from the cigarette entirely. Just a little jump, but Master still managed to put out the cigarette in my hand.