One day I baked a cake for a dinner party later that evening. It turned out perfectly..problem was, I wanted to cool it faster than leaving it on the kitchen counter. When I moved into my home a year ago, I never saw any sign of chipmunks or squirrels. So, I put the cake outside on the top of my little table on my front porch. A while later, Cassie, my cat, was staring out the front door, talking. I walked from the kitchen to where she was and asked her what was going on? I looked outside, and there was my cake, almost half of it with most of the top gone, telltale crumbs on the porch and down the stairs, and I counted...I have 8 stairs with a landing in between. I said, what the h---, and looked down the stairs. There was squirrel, just sitting there as if to say "go back inside so I can finish the top of the cake!" What I found amazing was that he could smell my cake all the way from the sidewalk. Needless to say, it was too late in the day to bake another one, so I made the executive decision to cut the half away that was nibbled on, and frosted the other half of the cake. When I served dessert, everyone was looking forward to my cake. Thankfully, it was a very small group. When I took the lid off the cake holder, imagine their surprise...and my laughter. I then shared the story of my little friend, who got his just dessert!!!