The little hellion made it through the night just fine. In fact, the goddamnedkitten didn't even vomit once. Not only that, but just before I went to bed I found her up on the kitchen counters again, scouting about where the cookies had been cooling, looking for another tidbit. Sympathy and guilt gave way to frustration, and I locked her in the bathroom overnight. This morning she chowed down breakfast as though she hadn't been fed for a week.
Next time the hell with cute. I'm holding out for a cat with brains. Do they make those?