So I wake up at the normal time today, walk into the kitchen to find a half eaten loaf of bread in the wrapper, in the dish rack. I don’t crave loaves of bread in the middle of the night, so I investigated. Little bite marks. Open cupboard door. Of course, Meatball the kitty head cocked to the side wondering what I am going to do. Investigate no further. Kitty 1 -guilty!