I’m in my kitchen making cookies, or what I think are cookies. From a giant bowl of cookie dough, I’m using an old-fashioned ice cream scoop to place large, well-formed balls of dough on a cookie sheet.
I smell heavenly cookie aroma and know that it’s time to take a batch out of the oven. I grab a pot-holder, open the oven door, and pull out a muffin pan filled with a black and white blob in each cup. I set the pan on top of the oven. As the cookie-muffins begin to cool, I realize they are black and white tuxedo kittens. They start to squirm and mew, and their eyes are open. Needless to say, I’m horrified and confused. How did my cookie sheet transform into a muffin pan? What am I going to do with all these kittens? If I put this next batch into the oven, will I have cookies or more kittens? If I don’t bake any more of the kitten dough, will it be the same as killing kittens? I didn't know what to do, so I woke up.
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