Mr. Jones is a Nawteekat.
I don't leave food on the counter very often, but when I couldn't finish my hamburger one night, I asked my husband to just leave it there and I would finish it later. I went out to the garage to continue my project, when I came in, Mr. Jones had stolen that piece and dragged it into the family room. There he sat, watching me, watching him eat it! Well, he's not too bright, because what he got was mostly bun, and was saving the meat for last, I guess. Then Mommy took that piece away!
They sure have good sniffers to figure out that there's something on the counter, when there's usually nothing at all.