Our cat, Bootsy, is a rather clever creature. Let me tell you about his latest escapade.
Yesterday, we made chicken soup from scratch. When we were done, we bagged the chicken carcass and tossed it in the garbage. We didn't think anything of it until we let our German Shepherd, Schultz, out to do his business. He usually does it then returns to the back door to be let in. Not this time.
When he didn't return, we went out to see what was going on. That's when we heard a strange noise coming from the garbage can. The lid was cracked open, and there was a scratching sound coming from inside. We walked around, and found Schultz lying on the ground next to the can with a chicken bone. Make that several chicken bones.
But that didn't explain the strange sound.
We walked over to the garbage can and lifted the lid. Who do you think we saw? Bootsy! He had cracked open the lid, opened the bag with the carcass, and was happily stuffing his face. Apparently he was in a magnanimous mood, because he had tossed a few bones out for Schultz to gnaw on.
The creatures were enjoying a tasty feast. Unfortunately, all good things come to an end. We tossed the cat out of the can and took away the bones, thus ending the cat's big caper.