Have a cat story for you: One of Liz's cats, Homer, a black and white cat, has a thing for bread. We cannot keep it out anywhere. We usually double bag it, or put it in Tupperware or fridge, etc. He was born by the bakery and must have eaten crumbs, etc. He has a yeast nose for sure. So we are having breakfast out back, and I walk in to see my counter cabinet open and the hotdog rolls I just purchased on the floor! And the back of the cat leaving the scene of the crime! What a hoot! He never had a chance to get it open but one more minute and those rolls would have been his! I wanted to put his little mug shot here. Who could get annoyed at that precious little innocent face?