Ah, a Baptist.
About 50 years ago we were getting ready to go to a church potluck. My mom loaded a casserole she made into the back seat of the car and went to get some foil to cover it. Our cat, who loved to go on car rides, jumped on the back seat, and "plop!", 4 foot prints in the casserole. My mom took a spoon and smoothed over the footprints, and threatened us with bodily harm if we said anything. The complete casserole was eaten at the church potluck.