Stuck on You

Several Saturdays ago, I pulled a can of tuna out of the cabinet to lure my cats into the utility room so I could wash the kitchen floor.  Sleepy as I was, I noticed a pool of brown goo on the bottom shelf.  Ebenezer, who periodically sneaks into the cabinet to monitor the tuna supply, had most likely tipped over an unopened jar of Grandma's Molasses.  The lid loosened a bit - just enough to cause molasses to ooze out.  It took a good 10 minutes of hot water and elbow grease to remove the sticky mess.

Who me?  I didn't do it.

Perhaps you should check with Isabelle 

or that new cat . . .