We Wont Have a Heart-Attack

I woke today with twelve paper hearts. They sit high above on my wooden bench. Some say twelve hearts are too many? Some say a cat dosent need all of its nine lives? But I would like nine lives.

What I do know is people walk in and out, quickly passing through the kitchen corridor.  A heart will be eaten and its bones will remain. My hearts are paper and my bones are wooden picks. You can eat the cake, but I need all of my twelve hearts to remain.