When she came back, the cat was on the counter, having clawed through the plastic covering on the giblet package, and he had a chicken liver, dripping with blood in his mouth.
Knowing he was busted, he scrambled off the counter and ran down to the basement with this bloody thing in his mouth and hid behind the washing machine to finish it. In a few minutes, he came back upstairs, purring and rubbing against my legs.
One of the funniest things I ever saw on Thanksgiving was a 2-pound kitten trying to drag off a 16-pound thawing turkey.