My old cat Bickit (R.I.P.) used to steal various meats from the pub round the corner. Was lulz
My old feline Arthur was a right demon. I went and bought a £10 steak from my local butchers. Barely fitted on my plate. He jumped up on the table, grabbed it from my plate and ran off with it. Thing was, it was longer than his mouth to the floor, so as he was running along it was dragging. He had to keep skipping every now and then to keep going.