Last night I barbecued some chicken on the grill. Stupidly, I left the BBQ sauce outside on the grill's shelf. Apparently sometime during the night, something knocked it down onto the deck proper, and Murphy, not finding any cats out there this morning, nonetheless had a new "chew toy".
Eventually I walked by the window and saw him contentedly chewing on something held between his paws. I knew that he didn't have any toys out there (because given a chance, all he does is drop them off the deck) so I went outside to see what he had.
It was the plastic BBQ sauce bottle, now with several punctures in it, each of which was oozing spicy honey flavor all over Murphy, who did not seem to mind in the slightest.
He's clean now, but he still smells pretty tasty.