We have this "arrangement" in my happily-married household: Beloved Wife cooks, and I do the dishes. Since we have different food preferences, she usually cooks one huge batch of my stuff (usually lasagna - I love lasagna) and one huge batch of her stuff (she's got this killer chicken soup recipe, and she'll make about 2 gallons at once).

Then there's my dessert. It's this bizarre, high-calorie, mutant cake/browie thing with oatmeal, chocolate chips, and caramel ice cream topping. Simply to die for.

But there's a problem.

Sometimes when I go to tear a gooey slice of heaven out of the pan, I notice that there's a tiny bit less than there was the last time I looked.

Odd...

So I check with Beloved Wife - she says it must be mice.

In a house with four cats.

I've had some notions about non-rodent suspects, but I've always disregarded them. I mean, if you can't trust your own wife, who can you trust?

Then I read this bit of confessional from Sally at Whimsy Capricious, which says, in part:

Have you noticed how food that is stolen tastes SO much better than that which is offered? That first spoonful of his crunchy sweet cereal, the sauce that comes with the main course? Or that dessert (always a good excuse to 'suggest' a dessert to your partner) that you didn't think you'd manage to finish on your own. I mean, Mr Capricious would think that he is fairly safe being a carnivorous type and me not liking meat (I don't know why, it just makes me sick), but no! Picking out the bits of "carnage" and tasting the rest of it is an essential activity. Nothing is safe Mwahahahaha!!

Now, I don't want to jump to any hasty conclusions, but... is it possible we don't have a mouse problem?

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