Eric & I had chicken drumsticks for dinner on Tuesday. 

Mistake #1:  Not doing dishes after dinner, or at least scraping our plates into the garbage. 

Sometime Tuesday night the cat helped herself to the leftovers. She’s not allowed on the kitchen table or countertops, but somehow one of the partially-eaten drumsticks (our dirty dishes, including what was left of the drumsticks, had been placed on the countertop) ended up on the kitchen floor. Most of the meat had been gnawed off, but the bone was just laying there on Wednesday morning. So when I woke up and discovered what the cat had done, I of course went to find Eric. 

Mistake #2: Not picking up what was left of the chicken drumstick and immediately throwing it away. 

I told Eric what had happened, and when I returned to the kitchen a few minutes later, the drumstick was gone. I figured he tossed it into the garbage, and all was well. 

Mistake #3: Assuming that my husband thew away the drumstick remnants. 

When I came home from work yesterday night, and released the dog from his crate, he disappeared for quite awhile. That probably should have been a sign that something was amiss, but it wasn’t until I started hearing funny sounds coming from the sunroom that I went to check it out. I found the dog chewing on something. When I attempted to snatch it from him, all I could find was tiny fragments of chicken bone. I confiscated what I could find, and hunted around for the drumstick itself, but with no luck. 

A few minutes later, I found the dog gnawing away on yet more slivers of bone. I located a few tiny pieces on the rug, and a few more on the couch, but I have absolutely no idea what happened to the rest of the drumstick. 

I’d be surprised if he ate the whole thing, but I can’t find it anywhere. Not under the couch, or buried in a blanket, or hidden outside in the pen.