Why is there an egg in bed with me?

So last night I hopped into bed, and an egg rolled out of my sheets. Not a big egg, this was the size of a Robin's egg. It was white, and spotted with brown. So I picked it up, but it was too soft to be an egg. So, being my father's daughter, I sniffed it. It smelled like cinnamon. I smushed it in my fingers a little bit, and realized what it was. I had brought my lunch out, and set my snack on the plate with it and then got distracted. My cat, Jake, sensing an opportunity, grabbed it, and ran. He then, licked all of the cinnamon off of the outside, and left me with a naked Irish Potato.