We had roast chicken the other night. There was quite a bit left. The next morning, we could not find anything left at all. Had Perdita got it? She can and does reach up onto the kitchen bench the days. And she looked VERY guilty.
But it turned out that she was innocent. Someone had had the foresight to hide the rest of the chicken in the microwave oven, which is one of the few places that Perdita cannot reach.
So we had chicken pie, with mushrooms, last night. Delicious. Perdita had some left-over pasta with smoked fish as a treat, which she thought was delicious.