My mother-in-law, who has to be one of the best bakers in the world, really outdid herself this week. She baked dozens upon dozens of Christmas cookies, and decided to surprise us with a huge sampling of her efforts. She even thought to put them in a huge Tupperware container, so that a certain little cat wouldn't get them. When I got home from work this afternoon, I found some suspicious crumbs in the entry, and, following them, found two crashed-out cats sleeping off their overindulgence (a minor miracle, because Jamie hasn't been letting Zsa Zsa out of the spare bedroom). She brought over about two lbs. of freshly baked cookies, carefully sealed in Tupperware, around noon (she has a key). By the time I got home, Jamie had pushed the container off the counter and around the floor until he got the lid off. I don't know whether he "invited" Zsa Zsa, or she waited until he'd eaten so much that he couldn't move, but at any rate over a pound of cookies had been devoured by the time I got home. It has been unusually quiet around here this evening....
