Mr. Dog and Ms. Kitteh are in cahoots.
Sunday, we had chicken wings. We put all the bones in a bowl and set it by the sink until trash day, since Mr. Dog tends to get in the trash when there are chicken bones in it. When they’re on the counter, he can’t get to them.
Today, I came home and found the (plastic) bone bowl on the ground, empty. I asked TCB if he’d put the bowl on the ground, or if he’d emptied it into the trash, and his response was negative on both counts. Angus can’t have gotten on the counter to knock it off, but Piper’s able to, leading to a “both guilty” verdict.