I spent about 2 hrs mixing, baking, cooling and icing this delicious 2 layer cake. Kitkat had kept sneaking to the kitchen to eat pieces of it (the fact that I stopped him from eating an entire cake is a miracle, no joke). Just as I was finishing the icing, and talking to Rob, Kit FELL from the top of the cupboards ONTO the cake because he was trying to get down directly near the cake. He was covered in icing, the kitchen is covered in icing and cake and Rob did absolutely fucking nothing. There is icing in the living room on the floor and the couch, but he just saw I was near tears of frustration and went into his room, instead of grabbing and wiping off the cat.

I just noticed that I have icing cat prints on my pj top. I think I'm going to go cry some more.