Keberoxu...Urg,,, yes cats. Who put that r so near the t?

I also once had 2 Siamese...male & female. When some mischief was done, we had only to yell: "I'm gonna get a cat!" and the guilty one would run.
One Thanksgiving, we had bought a frozen turkey and needed a day to defrost.... so... put the turkey, still in plastic wrap, into the cupboard on a platter and closed the door. We had to go out that afternoon, and came home to check on 'progress'. Went in the kitchen and noticed the cupboard door very slightly (an inch or two) ajar. Hmmm... thought I had close that. Suddenly, a furry tail swished down in the opening and back up again! I yanked open the door and the male Siamese was crouched there, knawing on the half-frozen drumstick, having chewed right thru the plastic. I yelled and he ran.. or flew.. in a couple of bounds, out of the room, while the female just sat there, grooming her whiskers. "Who me? I didn't have anything to do with that."
(Yes.. we trimmed the drumstick and ate the turkey. He had barely broken in.)