Christmas Baking, with some Help

The other day, I spent the morning making pies for dessert for after our Greyhounds Rock meeting.  When I bake, I usually have ingredients spread out all over the kitchen ... I clean up the mess when I'm finished.  After I put the pies into the oven and I was in the process of putting things away, the phone rang.  I walk and talk while I'm on the phone and, during the course of the conversation, I wandered out of the kitchen for a while.  When I returned, I found this.

I felt a bit like a character on "CSI", following the clues to determine exactly what happened.

Earlier, I had been shooing a very-curious Alice off the high counter.  She was fascinated with pie making, and she wanted an up-close view.  Her little fluffy feet would probably be a perfect match for the fluffy, floury footprints that now covered my counter.

They led from the flour container, across the counter ...

... onto the bar stool and on the rug below.

Needless to say, the flour in the container was emptied into the trash and the container was thoroughly washed.  Having cats in the vicinity while I'm baking is one thing ... having them actually IN the ingredients is entirely different.

The pies were delicious, by the way.