Well, butter my biscuits, the doggone cat done gone and snatched up my daggum leftovers. I was fixin' to rustle up a mean ol' lunch with them tasty morsels, but lo and behold, that critter musta had eyes bigger than its belly and done went and gobbled 'em right up. I swear, that feline is slicker than a greased pig at the county fair. Ain't that just the way, though? You think you're all set to chow down on a good ol' meal, and then bam, it's gone faster than a chicken in a fox den. Why, I...