There are now two bricks in the bottom of my kitchen garbage can. Why, you ask?
Because a certain member of this family saw the chicken carcass go in and not come out and then decided sometime last night that it would make a wonderful snack. And how to get to that chicken? Why knock the garbage can over, of course.
Luckily there wasn't much of a mess. Nick actually had it all cleaned up by the time he woke me before he went to work. Silly cat.
Of course, first thing I thought of when Nick told me was that I hoped Gambit was okay and didn't choke on any bones. Stupid cat. Luckily he seems fine.