The Interwebs already loves cats and diabeetus. I happen to be in a great position to satisfy the needs of the Interwebs, since I enjoy baking and I have a few cats.
Here are a few things I’ve noticed about cats and baking:
1. Cats don’t give a flying fuck about baking.
Unless you are making a cake composed of yarn, cat nip, and ribbons, cats couldn’t give any less fucks about baking.
This is Stinky, and she doesn’t give a fuck about mini cupcakes.
2. Cats are great at passing judgement on a horrible confection.
I tried to make some diabeetus-free fudge for my father, but it turned out to be super disgusting. It may have been the worst thing I’ve ever made. The cats were sure to let me know with disapproving stares, turned backs, and gazes that scream “WTF”.
All the cats came out to tell me I’m a failure as a baker. I’m glad I always have their support.
3. Cats will want your undying attention while you are baking.
Of course, as soon as you give them your attention they will immediately run off and take a nap. Cats are cunty like that.
Bear was trying to get my attention while I was making an ice cream cake, I told her to fuck off, and she retaliated.
4. Even through all their cuntiness, cats are inspirations to baking.
All that cunty behavior gets me in the mood to bake something fucktacularly creative.
Seriously, there is cat fur in everything I make.
5. Cats provide the secret ingredient willingly.
Everyone had a good laugh at the previous cake’s message, but there’s always a bit of truth in every good joke.
Too much fur in the cupcake and people would catch on to their game. Cats are sly, lil’ fuckers.
Side Note: I can very easily tell which cat’s fur I’ve just pulled from my mouth. After I find the culprit, I walk over to the cat, present the fur to them, we knowingly smile at each other, and part ways.
Take Away Message for Fellow Bakers
If you are a baker, you better have a cat or four. If you don’t have a cat, your baking probably sucks.
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The Foul-Mouthed Baker 
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