"Oh, bloody hell! Oh, for God's sake...! Fuck it!"

[desperance]

...Or, in other words, What Chaz Said when he discovered the latest packet that Mac had ripped open and tried to eat entirely.

Sugar. Light soft brown sugar.

For the avoidance of doubt, he's a cat. Got that? A cat.

Happily, I am still able to make my carrot cake, despite his evil depradations.

I am going to make him spell Evil Depradations. Then he'll be sorry. He's a cat; it could take some time. I told you he'd be sorry.

Also, "Oy! Mac! Get your face out of my carrot-cake batter!"

Sigh.