I left the living room for a few minutes.
On a corner table, near the sofa I left an open box of sweet, crunchy goodness.
I came back to a scene that almost made me yell.
Then I started laughing and grabbed my camera instead.
And her dog sitting auntie wonders why Gracie's gained a little weight lately.
Did I mention Gracie has also taught herself how to open and self-feed cat food from a closed container, when she's not under alert supervision? (I have a bad habit of being physically present without being mentally alert. Gracie has unfortunately figured this out.)
Gracie tries to convince me she doesn't know what is going on; I'm beginning to believe my friend's assessment - Gracie is actually an evil genius.