Tar loves oven mitts. He lays in wait, sneaking up to the counter, snags one and takes off out the deck door. The remains are found, on the lawn, little scraps of the purloined mitt. This is the third set I've bought since he and Abby arrived. We always vow to always put them away and we have yet to achieve that goal so Tar keeps enjoying his favorite snack. There are six mitts to a purchase so you get an idea of his consumption rate.