I used to make giant apple pies for our church Harvest Supper. I always made my own pastry with butter-and-lard for the fat. Our cats always liked a bit of uncooked pastry to lick.
But once, I left the pies on the counter top to cool and came back to find blasted SmokeyPokey sitting on one, enjoying the warmth. He'd squashed it all in. I 'repaired' it as best I could, brushed off the cat hairs and took it down to the Village Hall with the others.
No-one was any the wiser...