I was living alone with my 3 cats and I decided to bake whole chicken to freeze for meals. I don't remember the poundage but it was a large chicken. So I was fixing this thing, using a butter injector, when I had to go to the bathroom. I was there maybe two minutes. I come out and my raw chicken is gone. Just... gone. Pan is there, butter is still there but no chicken. I suspected the cats, I mean it was a pretty big chicken, too big for a single kitty to drag alone, especially in just two minutes... but... I don't know maybe they formulated a plan? Worked together to carry my dinners for the week off? I once saw two of them work together to drag a turkey leg off the table at Thanksgiving when they were kittens so... it was possible, I reasoned.
I searched the whole house, obsessed with the thought that they'd carried off this chicken and hidden it to eat later and it would start to smell. Nothing. Rifled through boxes, under the bed and the couch, I even did battle with the Spiders Down Below so that I could uncover any basement hiding spots. Nothing. I searched the garden and the bushes because I'd had a small window open. Nothing, the chicken was gone. I never found the chicken, not even a bone. What in the world happened to this thing perplexes me to this day.