Cats Cake

It’s been a while.

I have been settling back in Australia, reuniting with loved ones and trying to get back to working and living. It has been a huge adjustment, but it’s time to pick up the writing/baking/sketching mantle once again.

With no further ado: remember the Cats movie? It was the last movie I saw before the UK went into lockdown. It was a surreal experience and a great way to make sure I didn’t miss the movies at all. Or cats.

But then my horrible cake group got 10,000 likes around the time a dear friend wanted to watch Cats for her birthday. The choices for the cake rolled in:

  1. Fur.
  2. Teeth.
  3. Meat.

So it was time to killed two birds with a badly-scaled stone.

Step one: Carve Batman’s screaming face. Make sure this layer does not contain blueberries, because the eyes will bleed.

Step two: Hide the shame. Cover it with icing and pray God’s judgement cannot penetrate buttercream.

Step three: Flesh.

Step four: Let them emerge.

Step five: Let them see. Let them breathe. Do not listen to what they may whisper.

Step six: Teef.
Step seven: suddenly remember that one weird cake sculpting tool you have. What could it be for, other than fur? Was it always intended for this? Was it there before now?
Step eight: Take it to the party. Introduce them to everyone.
What a horrible night to have a cake.