As a writer who spends a great deal of time in my home office, I often don’t realize what my office mate is doing. That’s primarily because he’s usually snoozing while I’m attacking the keyboard with the latest manuscript, etc.
But every now and then, he will sneak by and do something completely unexpected, then return back to his “dormant” state. One of those things is to steal a snack from the table while I’m not watching.
“Who, Kangadog?” You might say, “Nawww!”