I came home one day and left my totebag on the stairs. I went into the computer/sewing room and completely lost track of time :oops: . A few hours later, I went back to the stairs to head up and there was the cornbread and there were butter packets torn open and spread about the stairwell with the cornbread. Now, here's the funny part, I didn't have any butter in my totebag. The cats, apparently, when upstairs to the kitchen table and found the butter packets left over from my husband's breakfast and brought them downstairs to have with the cornbread. How funny is that? :lol: My three cats went and got butter for their cornbread. When I told my DH, he said, "Well of course, I always want butter with my cornbread." And I said, "OK, but they are cats :!: "