I left a very important step out of the Picaken instructions yesterday. Here’s the photo:
It is imperative that you cover the cake with a towel while it’s cooling. Imperative, that is, if you live with this guy.
This is Mister eating the cherries and pineapple from the cake that Faith made last week.
In 20 years of owning cats, I have never had one that will eat fruit. It’s freakish.
Freakish but funny.
Although Rich didn’t find it so funny at dinner last night when Mister stole a piece of sirloin off his plate.
Sirloin stir-fried with broccoli in an orange soy sauce.
He has no pride. None at all.
It’s not like we let him steal food. (Well … actually I did let him steal that piece of steak because I wanted a picture.) He gets removed from the table over and over and then locked in a room during meal times but … dangit, he’s really cute.
And really snuggly.
And he makes me laugh. So he’s getting away with things that he shouldn’t. Things like finishing off my bowl of Raisin Bran.
Or sipping Reagan’s apple-cranberry Crystal Light.
But I don’t care how cute or cuddly or funny Mister might be. I wasn’t letting him get his little fangs into my Picaken. Thus the covering.
My love has limits.