My cat likes to bask on the stove.

The cat is not a fool.
It's just that the stove has just been melted, so he's balding at the heat as long as possible.

But there was such a case once in my life. I was about ten years old. Grandfather flooded the stove in the "temporary", and closed the oven on the flap. If anyone does not know , then there is such a thing in the village stoves, such as a frying cabinet. You can bake something there, or make melted milk.
I go into the "temporary" and observe such a picture. Grandfather (and he was a little deaf), walks and sentences :- "Kys-kys-kys"". And from the kitchen there is just a wild roar. I run up to the stove, open the oven and a cat flies out with a light smoke on the back of its neck.
Everyone was alive and even grandfather))). Grandma Marusya wanted to kill him)))
But since then, the cat has not approached the stove at all.