A Morning Laugh Chases Away Woes

Previously

…"Resourceful?" Mrs. Higgins scoffed. "My cats are discerning creatures, Buttercup. They have standards. They wouldn't stoop to stealing your… yeasty concoction." "But… but what if they were… curious?" Barnaby ventured, his voice barely a whisper. "What if they wanted to… experiment?" He pictured Esmeralda, a tiny chef's hat perched jauntily on her head, stirring Bartholomew with a paw. The image was both ridiculous and terrifying. Mrs. Higgins let out a short, sharp bark of laughter that sounded more like a startled crow. "Experiment? With your starter? Buttercup, my cats have more important things to do. Like napping. And judging. And occasionally plotting the downfall of the post