The cats ate my chocolate cakes (and other stories)

Every day is a small disaster here. Some less small than others. This morning I found the chef weeping gently in the kitchen. The explanation... well, I have come to expect the unexpected so I was ready for this.  The cats ate all our chocolate cakes.  Of course they did.  Good morning Colombia, welcome to Friday.  Where island cats snub the delicious rubbish bin at the door, heaving with fishbones and left-over shellfish.  Instead they vault like Simone Biles to land atop the highest surface in the kitchen (a good 6 feet up), to enjoy a feast of bitter chocolate cupcakes.  The chef still looks sad. The rest of us are asking if cats, like dogs, have chocolate allergies. 

No cats have been seen today.