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driving home after a 10 hour shift,

I thought, I'd steam those chicken breasts

on the counter I left,

I had placed them way back

so the mongrel not be tempted,

skinless and deboned,

from most prep, I'd be exempt.

I walked in the door a fine greeting as always,

and then looking a bit more around,

one vacuum sealed wrapper,

lay in the corner of the den,

a fast wagging tail,

and a smile,

and then---

"GASP!!"

I said, "Morpheus, what did you do here last night??!"

"I put them way back on the counter just right!"

and he sheepishly lay down for a belly rub,

I said, "Oh you think so? Oh no,

what you should get is the tub!"

I thought to myself,

"He can't reach that far back on the counter----"

and then, with shocking surprise,

came an uncontrollable grin,

 there's only one possibility,

which is that Muffin and him

had conspired in play,

amusing themselves,

very well, I might say.

that's the last time I'll leave food on the counter to thaw,

I hope he doesn't get sick,

...after all,

it was raw!

he hid back in the hallway, 

like he does when I'm mad,

but how could I tell him he's no good,

or "bad"?

the two of them, a team,

cause I've seen her do it before,

she'll push things with her paws til they fall on the floor,

just to watch what he does with them,

a game that she plays,

I know my luck has ran out

to change these mischievious ways!!!!

....