They were just tasting it for you to make sure it hadn't been poisoned. MY RB Peeka used to do that w/filet mignon. I came home from work one day, eagerly anticipating a scrumptious steak dinner, only there was no steak to be found. After searching, I found it, partially eaten, in a hallway under my old stove that was used only for decoration. Peeka was mysteriously invisible. So now I've learned to thaw in the microwave. I don't turn it on; I place whatever needs to be thawed inside just to hide it because if Coco Puff smells even frozen chicken, it's all over but the shoutin'. If your cats and my Fur Posse ever get together, uh oh!