(I snatched back the kitten, who chose the open flame for her jump-onto-the-stove entry point and yet was somehow, miraculously, not even singed a little.)
I used the microwave to melt butter in a glass bowl and added garlic-infused olive oil. I put the bowl in the middle of the stove, near the flame, so the ambient heat would work its magic on the combination without my having to wash oil out of the pot.
I added the pasta to the barely boiling water and hovered for seven minutes to ensure the kitten didn't try the stove again.
Using my right hand, I moved the bowl near the sink. I dumped the pasta into the colander over the sink. I dumped the pasta into the bowl.
I picked up the bowl with my left hand. Meaning that, for the first time, I grasped the poorly-conducting glass on the left side — the side that had just been heated for seven minutes.
(I'm perfectly fine; it just stings a bit and I feel like an idiot. And I had to stop playing Katamari because my thumb and forefinger took the worst of it. ::sob::)