For my 7th birthday, my grandmother baked a sumptuous orange cake. She knew it was my favorite, and made it with lots of love.
Once out of the oven and resting on the kitchen table, the cat feasted on it! I still remember how my grandmother rushed to bake another one before my friends arrived.
But it’s okay, I still recall the chaotic, delicious and colorful flavors spread out as the cat was salivating joyfully over the mess he created.