The women of the house (el screamo) had some left over chicken. She figures she'll take the meat off the bones and feed it to the cat. Now, I can see feeding the beagle; she's a member of the pack, but to feed that freeloading feline is more than I can stand. He's nothing like us. All he does is sit around the house all day, knock things off shelves and bat around bread-ties. They don't even let him out no more since he got shot by one of the neighbors--Oh, if only I had opposable thumbs!
Anyways, she puts the bones in a plastic bag and tosses it into the garbage. Well, I got the bag out of the trash in no time flat, but, as usual, I didn't have time to truly enjoy my feast. Feeling rushed, I kinda chewed, but mostly swallowed the bag whole. But it wasn't so bad. It came back up in one piece and it took'em a while to figure out what the partially digested bones-in-a-bag where.