Evidence

Every so often I sleep-eat. It is basically sleepwalking, except i am not really “asleep”, just in an altered state of mind where I get out of my bed, grab whatever there is in the kitchen and waddle back to bed, chomping and nomming whatever I managed to get my paws on.
I arrived home this afternoon and on my way to the fridge I saw a trail of potato chips and the cabinet has a pack of cookies hanging half out. Silent witnesses of last night’s debauchery.