Our resident house wrecker, Violet the cat has a thing for loaves of bread. Once one is opened and the twist tie used to secure it again, if left out, Violet will get in her teeth and drag the entire loaf to her lair so she can ravage it at her leisure.
We've taken to stowing the bread in the nuker, but for some reason, day before yesterday, Dan told me he stuck it in the oven. I said, OK, I just have to remember it's in there.
So last night, I'm making Dan a baked salmon dinner (I haven't had dinner in 5 weeks 'cause I'm on a diet) and I turn the oven on to 350 to preheat. After a bit I started smelling an unusual odor. Yeah, you guessed it.
Damn good thing she's cute.
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