Cat burglar

I woke up this morning to find my kitchen counter in disarray. A box of cornstarch had been knocked over, some of it had spilled onto the counter, and there were visible paw prints in the mess. When I went to clean it up, I saw what the real issue was:

Next to the cornstarch, behind my spice rack, were some unopened containers of dog treats for Achilles -- a bag of biscuits and a plastic jar of jerky strips. The bag of biscuits had been pushed off to the side. The plastic, tamper-proofing strip around the lid of the jerky strip jar had been chewed through and flung onto the stovetop. The lid was pried off of the jar, which was lying on its side, and half of a gnawed-on jerky strip was sitting on the counter.

The culprit had to be Punkin -- he's my only cat who is smart enough to pull of a heist like this, and also the only cat who has previously shown any interest in Achilles's jerky strips. I only wish I had a nanny cam in the kitchen so I could have caught the whole thing on video.