Mojo, our giant 25 lb black cat who thinks he's a dog, was sitting at the door whining to go out. We were making some spinach/mushroom quesadillas for dinner. It was beginning to get dark.
I had the mozzarella cheese bag in my hand... I looked over at Mojo, "Moji - you can't go out, silly cat!" I shook the bag of cheese at him from half way across the room for emphasis.
... uh... cheese bag was open. I hadn't closed it yet.
Shredded mozzarella cheese sprayed everywhere... it was all over Mojo... the bench by the door... the floor... in our shoes by the door... everywhere.
The dogs were pretty happy that I decided to sprinkle the entire kitchen with cheese. I gave a giant GASP and started laughing.
Furry Husband says calmly, without turning around or blinking an eye as he was flipping the quesadilla's over. "Honey, did you just cheese the cat?"
How does he know?!
Cuz he's been living with me for 13 years and is well aware of how "special" I am.... grin.