The perk of my newfound height didn't however make up for my lack of fingers though. I found that act of cooking much harder than it used to be. Trying to stir the batter was a real pain, when I tried to use my mouth I would drool way too much and would make a mess. I then came up with an idea, took my claws and plunged them into the wooden spoon. Not enough to slit it but enough so I could get a grip on it and turn. 