So, I'm at home alone, gales stop me from going to shops and I'm peckish for snacks. House full of baking ingredients, so I make some peanut butter cookies.
Later that night, the power is out. I'm sat in front of the fire, reading on my phone and slowly eating a large cookie.
I'm not daft enough to put it down, with kitten about.
At one point, I try to move cookie to mouth. It doesn't move. I pull harder. The cookie tugs back.
Peer dimly into the dark.
Other end of cookie, teeth firmly embedded, is the cat.
Little damn sneak! Good thing these are resilient cookies and don't just crumble.