Does she have bones?! I mean, seriously.
Melly's favorite treat is freeze-dried chicken. I believe the bag came in the Paw it Forward package from Cat - we've been rationing. Originally, the bag of chicken was kept on a low shelf with the rest of the treats, but when Melly pulled it out and almost gnawed through the bag, it was moved to the top of the shelf. A while ago, Melly jumped on top of the shelf and knocked everything off it, scaring herself half to death, and she left the treats alone after that.
That is, until today. While I was at work, Geoff heard a crash and found Melly on the floor surrounded by the contents of the shelf and gnawing on the bag of freeze-dried chicken. I advised him to move the chicken to the drawer of the coffee table, reasoning that she couldn't possibly get it there. Well, she couldn't, but she could pull out much of the rest of the drawer's contents by reaching into the back of the drawer from under the table.
The bag of chicken then went on a shelf that's about six feet off the ground inside the walk-in closet. I figured she couldn't possibly get it down from where it was wedged between two plastic bins. In hindsight, I really shouldn't have been surprised: I was on the phone with my mom when out of the closet trotted Melly, dragging the bag of freeze-dried chicken.
The chicken is now on a higher shelf, inside a bin. Let's see how long it takes her to get it.