I made a serious mistake last night: I left a plate of blueberry mini-muffins sitting out on the counter, covered only by plastic wrap. You'd think I'd remember by now that all treats must be placed in the microwave or fridge, lest they be NOMMED by Lily. Who does NOT need the NOMS, believe me.
This morning I noticed that SOMEONE had discovered the blueberry muffins sometime between the hours of midnight and 3:30AM. The evidence is clear: This is the work of Lily.
No wonder she didn't wake me up in the middle of the night (as she usually does) asking for food. She'd already found it.