I have a friend whose Golden retriever brought her a half barbecued chicken one night. Some neighbor had gone in to get a beer only to return and find his dinner swiped. She couldn’t go door to door with a half a chicken, especially with bite marks on it! I laugh every time I think of it.
Yeah. One of the housemates built a ramshackle barbeque pit in the back yard. The cats would lurk around and wait for a shot at some chicken.