Hear me out – the cupcakes are meant FOR HUMANS ONLY. I feel like sharing this story paints a truly delicious confection in a negative light. What fun! Seriously though, we’re very happy and very grateful that this was not the cupcake that took our sweet Boozle down. So that’s how we spent the majority of our Sunday. But we love him, so it doesn’t much matter. We did just that, and now have a happy and most likely completely unrepentant kitty on our hands. The nice vet told us that we were right to bring him in, and that we should monitor him closely over the next day, but that she reckoned he’d be back to his old self as soon as he was done digesting his sweet treat. Everyone’s in the same boat more or less – confused, bleary eyed, a little scared, and hoping that the doc will have some good news. So out came the dreaded cat carrier, and one epic battle later (which in and of itself should have been a sign that our Boozle was going to be just fine) we were on our way to kitty triage.Įmergency animal hospitals on a beautiful fall Sunday morning are sad places. Was an emergency run to the vet really necessary, or was he just a little sick to his stomach? But what if it was something else and then in our neglect we lost our good pal? We would never forgive ourselves. Well maybe because I said a silent prayer while searching under the bathroom cabinets, or perhaps just because kitty don’t play and it’s not his time yet – we found him under the couch – alive but exceedingly lethargic and moody.Īfter moving all the furniture in order to coax him out of hiding, we grappled with what to do. Did he escape in the night? Was he locked in a closet? We searched high and low, and as we continued to look my heart began to sink, thinking surely I’d uncover him in some dark corner, having recently taken his last breath. So to be minus one food-focused friend on that bright morning was more than a bit alarming. Let’s call it a more food aggressive cloth – or to give you an idea, if the cloth could be mildly construed as edible, the cats would chow down. Now for those pet owners reading this that have cats or dogs that leisurely graze on their food throughout the day – our cats are cut from a different cloth. When Eddie went to feed the cats though he only counted one. The next morning, we rolled out of bed, looking forward to coffee, a big breakfast, and a relaxing Sunday. But both of them looked fine, neither acting as if they had just consumed roughly a half-cup of pure dairy and sugar. Except for one corner of aluminum foil, peeled ever so gently back, exposing one, bare cupcake. ![]() ![]() Fast forward a few hours to us arriving back at home. We ate a couple, enjoyed a little sugar rush, covered the leftovers with foil, and then drove into the city to have dinner with friends. A light buttermilk cupcake, scented with vanilla, and generously mounded with maple, cream cheese frosting. They were easy, beautiful, and so, so delicious.
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