I celebrated Rosh Hashanah as always, with home-made challah and pflaumkuchen. Loki, however, has a certain unsubtle penchant for bread-like baked goods. He was staring down the challah since it came out of the oven. To keep it safe, I left it in the oven when I was away. Just in case. He's tall... Until tonight. I was on the phone when my ride to JuJitsu came. Wednesday class is in Kilkeel, which is a good hour-long drive south. I only go sometimes. In my hurry, the challah was left on the counter. It is now devoured, as the cat devoured the kid. (insert Odell singing) Loki couldn't resist. And there was most of it left. But, he ate it everywhere. On the sofa, on the big soft chair, in the middle of the room, in the office on his bed, in the bedroom in the corners. IN my bed. Yes, there were crumbs in the corners, under the couch cushions, and in my sheets. In the process, he licked/rubbed his nose raw and therefore got blood on said cushions. And my sheets and quilt. His bed...no...that's clean.
So, at 11pm I started cleaning. And vacuuming. And stain-removing. And changing the sheets. And rubbing stain remover into the quilt and getting that in the wash. Cycles take over an hour here... But, it came clean, along with the couch cushions, as far as I can tell.
Next time, the bread gets put away.