Post by flufficorn on Nov 24, 2015 17:33:43 GMT
It is very likely that I want to share stories of the crazy stuff cats have done because of what happened with my cat yesterday. So let's make this a thread about the crazy stuff our cats have done, because we all know they cray-cray.
I am going to tell you a little story.
I made a glorious and perfect pumpkin pie. The flavors balanced perfectly. The crust was picturesque. I pulled it out of the oven and let it cool for just over an hour before I topped it with plastic wrap, put it in the fridge, and continued about my day.
About ten minutes after I put the pie in the fridge to cool, my boyfriend comes down stairs. He looks in the fridge and asks me why the pie is in the fridge? I told him it needed to cool. He said he was worried about the plastic ruining the pie because the pie wasn't completely cooled yet. I told him he could decide if he wanted to take the pie out of the fridge and remove the plastic to let it cool a bit longer. I assumed all would be well since I had tested to see if my cat Zero (pictured in my icon) would eat the pumpkin. I gave him some and he wasn't interested.
A few hours pass. We eat dinner up stairs because the down stairs is pretty cold. I go down to get some water and clean up a bit and I see it: a paw print in my perfect pumpkin pie. I screamed "LOOKS LIKE THE CAT GOT INTO THE PIE!"
Paul runs down stairs and begins laughing. I cry a little bit. "It'll be fine!" he reassures me. "We'll just take a little bit off and we can still bring it to Thanksgiving!" He takes a spoon and scoops out the paw print, leaving a huge gouge in my perfect pie. I started crying. He laughs more. "I guess I took off a bit too much." He says as I stand there crying. "We can still bring it. No one will care."
"I'll care! I can't bring that to the dinner! I just got done telling everyone how perfect it was! THIS ISN'T PERFECT AND NOW I HAVE TO MAKE A NEW ONE!" After about ten minutes of loudly discussing the issue, I ate a piece of the pie because hey, we can't bring it to Thanksgiving.
Now I get to spend today making more pie...
That dang cat.
I am going to tell you a little story.
I made a glorious and perfect pumpkin pie. The flavors balanced perfectly. The crust was picturesque. I pulled it out of the oven and let it cool for just over an hour before I topped it with plastic wrap, put it in the fridge, and continued about my day.
About ten minutes after I put the pie in the fridge to cool, my boyfriend comes down stairs. He looks in the fridge and asks me why the pie is in the fridge? I told him it needed to cool. He said he was worried about the plastic ruining the pie because the pie wasn't completely cooled yet. I told him he could decide if he wanted to take the pie out of the fridge and remove the plastic to let it cool a bit longer. I assumed all would be well since I had tested to see if my cat Zero (pictured in my icon) would eat the pumpkin. I gave him some and he wasn't interested.
A few hours pass. We eat dinner up stairs because the down stairs is pretty cold. I go down to get some water and clean up a bit and I see it: a paw print in my perfect pumpkin pie. I screamed "LOOKS LIKE THE CAT GOT INTO THE PIE!"
Paul runs down stairs and begins laughing. I cry a little bit. "It'll be fine!" he reassures me. "We'll just take a little bit off and we can still bring it to Thanksgiving!" He takes a spoon and scoops out the paw print, leaving a huge gouge in my perfect pie. I started crying. He laughs more. "I guess I took off a bit too much." He says as I stand there crying. "We can still bring it. No one will care."
"I'll care! I can't bring that to the dinner! I just got done telling everyone how perfect it was! THIS ISN'T PERFECT AND NOW I HAVE TO MAKE A NEW ONE!" After about ten minutes of loudly discussing the issue, I ate a piece of the pie because hey, we can't bring it to Thanksgiving.
Now I get to spend today making more pie...
That dang cat.