I committed a total potluck sin today, or what's a sin in my eyes at least. I brought store bought, pre-made brownies. I have a valid excuse though, so hear me out.
I was making the trusted Chipotle Cinnamon Coco cupcakes again since I was crunched for time and money. Suddenly Rob called me out to the other room, so I left the completed batter unattended. No sooner did I walk back out but what do I see? Mace, the Eat Beast, has both paws in the batter and his head literally half buried in it to the point where his ears cupped over the batter so I don't know if he could actually hear me yelling at him.
It was akin to if you had a large bowl of soup, and then stuck your entire head in as a quick way of eating to eliminate any middle men like hands or utensils. He was actually eating with his head almost fully submerged in cake batter.
He then came up for air, saw me, and knowing he was in trouble took off to hide from getting swatted or squirted with water. In the process, of course, flinging cupcake batter E-V-E-R-Y-W-H-E-R-E. Then of course I had to clean the apartment and him. The batter was of course unusable to all but Eat Beast.
Silly me for not gaurding the bowl with sliced limes. Damn cat.