I may need to get a 'jerk cat' icon at this rate

Yesterday, our landlord dropped by to do a little housework, and being a nice and generous dude, he brought a couple homemade cookies for Z. I found them on the counter in the kitchen last night, and left them there when I went to work today.

I get home from my long day today, made a little longer thanks to Metro deciding an hour and forty-five minute commute for me is just fine for them. I get in the house, and what's the first thing I see?



Yep, Riddler stole the cookie from the counter, dragged it into the living room, and unwrapped part of it so he could have a taste.



Wait, there's the other one right off the couch. Completely unwrapped.

He's graduated from knocking things over to actually being a cookie monster.