I had a cat who dragged a lamb roast onto the floor in the kitchen when we were in the dining room eating the part I'd sliced off of said roast. The other cat was known to hop up on the counter and lick a sizable depression in the pan of cornbread (about the size of a regular silver dollar, not the Susan B. Anthony variety, and the depth of a thimble).

They both would get into a pan of lasagne if left unattended. Garfield comes to mind.

SRS