I'm getting real tired of this. The dang human spends far too much time doing things that have nothing whatsoever to do with yours truly fluffy. Yeah, okay, if I'm lucky I might get a little tidbit of something she baked or cooked, but that's only if she THINKS of me. Mostly, she's off in her own little world, mumbling and grumbling about flour and eggs and oven temperatures and the right muffin pan and crap. So, she finally found the perfect muffin recipe tonight. Made a half dozen jumbo banana nut muffins. They look amazing, smell even better, but do I have any idea how they taste? NO. Greedy, selfish, thoughtless, unforgiveable, stinkin' human! I'm incensed!