Last night I baked four more loaves of zuccini bread...the two remaining from Thursday night is not enough. Only this time, after pulling the last two loaves from the oven I set them on a shelf in my kitchen garden window to cool...well out of the reach of a certain four-legged (if only I'd thought of that before).
This morning Sam tells me Allie woke him up at 3 AM with a cold nose in the armpit. Thinking she needs to go outside, he gets up and lets her out. Minutes later he lets her back in and returns to bed. That's when he heard the sound of Allie going up the stairs (our room is in the basement). Kitchen is upstairs. Zuccini bread is upstairs, in kitchen.
I'm sure Allie was just checking to make sure Rumbeau didn't eat the zuccini bread while she was on her break outside.
BTW...this morning all four loaves of zuccini bread made it to their final destination...the freezer. None disappeared overnight. :)