On friday night I cooked a nice dinner for me and OH of mozzarella stuffed chicken breasts wrapped in bacon. I'd bought a 4 pack of chicken breasts as they were good quality and on offer, so I thought I would cook the 2 plain ones to have cold in salad (!) or sandwiches over the weekend. After our dinner, we settled down to watch a movie which I promptly fell asleep during and wandered half asleep up to bed, leaving the foil wrapped chicken still cooling on the cooker top (I had meant to put it in the fridge when it was cool enough, but totally forgot.
Next morning I came downstairs to feed the cats and noticed that one of the neatly wrapped chicken parcels had been neatly unwrapped (no shredding or anything, just all folded back) and was missing a nice cooked chicken breast. No trace of said chicken breast was found afterwards and I don't know which one of my little rascals helped themselves, or if it was both of them!