In the wilds of Brooklyn...

Last night, my mother set up a little table and brought some food out to our back yard for the Mid-Autumn Festival. Along with the mooncakes, there was a whole chicken and a rib from a roast pig. After everyone actually went outside to look at the moon though, she realized the rib was missing.

So, she went back inside to check if it had fallen off the plate when she was carrying it out. No bone. We check around the yard with a flashlight. Still no bone. Our yard is walled in and not accessible from the street so we came to the conclusion a stray cat or some other creature carried it off while we were busy moving stuff and no one was outside. o_o;