I left a cold rotisserie breast out the other night, to warm up a bit before I turned on the oven. I didn't know that chicken can sublimate — turn from a solid to a gas without an intermediary liquid state, but here is proof:
The cats were the first to notice the phenomenon; I found Possum up on the counter, where he described the disappearing chicken skin and breast meat with amazement. All the other cats were also there, listening to him wide-eyed. And licking their chops.