Shit Rocky's Eaten: Part II

Since my post about all of the crap Rocky has eaten, several of my friends have reminded me of more things he has eaten.

-A canister of Parmesan cheese.
-Dry soup.
-A bag of Kit Kats, including the wrappers.
-A birthday cake.
-A piece of steak that was on my fork.
-Grey's Anatomy: Season 1.
-A bag of raw bread ingredients: This one was kind of my fault.  I left the bag out where he could easily get to it, but who would think he would eat raw bread ingredients?
-An entire ham that was in my parents garage.

Again, that's all I remember for now, so keep the reminders coming.  I'm enjoying putting this list together.

And then there were two.

Yesterday afternoon, I pulled some chicken from the freezer and left it on my counter to defrost.  I had planned on using it for dinner, but a friend of mine came over and instead of eating dinner, we drank it.  In the form of wine.  Anyway, I left the chicken on the counter with every intention of putting in the refrigerator.

I finally walked downstairs to go to bed about 2:00 a.m. and was getting ready to take Rocky out when I suddenly heard something fall in the kitchen.  I went to check it out and right before I walked in the kitchen I saw Liza, my roommates cat.  I picked her up and took her back upstairs and didn't give it much more thought.  I took Rock out and went to bed.

Fast forward to this morning, when I walk into the kitchen.  I look around to see what Liza might have knocked over and that's when I see the package of chicken upside down on the floor.  When I pick it up, I realize that it's been opened and one of the breasts has little bites taken out of it.

I could only stare and think, "Damn.  Now there are two of them."

She's like a little Rocky in training.