Tonight is our building's annual holiday party. Every year, we buy a big tree, and decorate it together. Everybody brings nibbles, and we all hang out in the lobby and catch up on the gossip.
Because I'm sick (and a total slacker), Robb baked the apple pie for the party.
As he was taking it out of the oven, he burst into laughter.
"This pie," he laughed, "looks like a Mean Cat."