The other day when I got home from work, Roscoe had grabbed a package of rice cakes off the dining room table and tried to eat them in the middle of the living room. He doesn't like rice cakes at all, so I didn't think I had to worry about them. When I eat them he stares at me until I give him a piece which he quickly spits out, smells and then ignores. In his his mind they are not even food, just styrofoam pressed into the shape of food. So, he didn't eat any of the rice cakes, he just chewed them all up into tiny pieces and left on the living room floor as a monument to their own inedibility.
I looked at him and said, "Did you do this? You are bad! You should be ashamed of yourself." Then I pointed at the pile of white bits on the floor. His tail went straight and he walked to the spot between the couch and the end table. He stayed there for 20 minutes staring at the wall while I cleaned up the mess. When I was done, he came out and licked my hand. His look said, "We're cool now, right?" I rubbed his ear and everything was back to normal.
Still, I had to take a picture of him in the midst of his shame: