Bad cat

Quick respite from the noise of Tony's birthday party.....

I baked a chocolate cake with chocolate mousse filling for Tony's birthday cake today, and frosted it in milk chocolate buttercream. I piped around the edges of the cake, then piped in a large diamond on the top. In the corners of the cake outside the diamond, I put blue and green icing, then swirled them to make a nice book end paper look, and then made blue roses for each of the points of the diamond. Then, in blue icing, I wrote "Happy Birthday Tony" (how original), and the cake was done, and looked pretty good, I thought.

In preparation for a 9 p.m. party start time, about 7:30 I put the cake out on the dining room table. While I was digging out the punch bowl from deep underneath the cabinets, in that five minute interlude, Rupert unbeknownst to me jumped up on the table and investigated the cake. When I walked back in the dining room, he was busy licking off the writing, and had eaten "happy birt." We were not amused. Since I'd already disposed of the leftover frosting, I just took the rest of the writing off and did what I could to resmooth and repair the top of the cake. The repairs looked a little rough, so I cut some maraschino cherries in half and used those to "garnish" the cat-damaged areas.

They cut the cake a little while ago. I didn't tell them the cat story. Am I evil?