Our old cat once pooed in a dd's knicker drawer. The smell was so appalling it was quite a while before I could psych myself up to tackle it. He'd never done anything like it before, and never did again.
I once left a dish of lots of cooked chicken on the kitchen table while I nipped to the shop for onions.
Came back, couldn't find the chicken (or dish) anywhere. Thinking I was going mad, I checked fridge, oven, cupboards etc.
Eventually found empty dish (licked clean) in the corner under the table and ddog also lurking there, looking very sheepish. He was a lovely boy - I suppose the temptation was just too much.
But I had to find something else for dinner.
A subsequent ddog took a couple of neat slurps off the side of a carefully decorated, home made salmon mousse I'd just put on the table, while I went to summon guests for dinner.
Luckily they were all dog-owners/lovers and found it hilarious, so I just had to cut the slurped bit off.