"Gen, relax. I'll start the cleanup in a little while."
"That's OK. I'll just rinse a few plates," she replied.
Unbeknownst to me, Genna went out to the garbage outside, and I heard to rustle of silverware on the dining room table.
I said again,
"Gen, I'll take care of it, relax."
I kept hearing the silverware moving, and I decided to investigate.
As I walked into the dining room, I saw Smokey dragging a drumstick over the silverware, and onto the floor. I was able to grab the drumstick before Smokey could run off with into a quiet corner to feast. He ran away from me, and turned around with a look that said 'ahh shucks'.
Not having a cat for a while made me forget their unlimited mobility inside the house.