Murder Mystery in the Hardy Household

We woke this Saturday morning to feathers strewn across the house.  The suspects aren't talking.  They aren't even acting strange, but something is askew.  The body or the bones have yet to be found.  I am not looking forward to that discovery. 

Suspect Number 1:  Number 1 only because he has been here the longest, and he is the biggest.  Rex has been with us for almost 4 years now.  He is our adorable - and sometimes ferocious (when the UPS man comes with a package, or when the doorbell rings) Boykin Spaniel.  Our mailman has the perfect reaction to Rex.  He laughs at his "ferociousness" and walks right past him and tells him he is doing such a good job.  Boykin's are bred to be bird dogs.  That's a big strike against him, but in my observation, the birds have teased him more than he has bothered the birds.

Suspect Number 2:  Suspect Number 2 has been with us almost 2 years now.  Mollie was a teeny tiny feral kitten found near our neighborhood pool.  She was a wild thing - all claws and hisses.  (as opposed too hugs and kisses)  To hold her we had to wrap her carefully in a towel.  Our justification to keeping her was that the previous winter a family of mice that had taken up residence in our cozy garage . . .  Well, at 6 months, puberty hit and our kitten was on her way to being a mama.  Resulting in:

Suspect Number 3:  Ollie was one of three kittens that were born a year ago.  (Yes, I know Mollie and Ollie - very confusing and for me almost embarrassing, but I let the boys each name one kitten and Will named this one saying:  "This way if it is a boy or a girl, it can keep its name.")  Ollie is our most probable suspect.  Last fall she discovered grasshoppers - those big ones.  They fascinated her, so she brought them inside - alive - and played with them for hours until one of us found it (usually me) and I would holler for a boy to come toss the nasty bugger outside.  This spring we have found presents of baby birds, baby bunnies, moles and most famously - a few snakes - yes, she brought them inside to play with again.  Somehow this wasn't what I was thinking of when I thought it would be a good idea to get a cat to take care of the rodent problem.  Mouse traps would have been much easier.

Now for the events of the day before the distressing discovery:

It was Friday.  I knew they were running low on food, but it was late that night that they officially ran out.  It should be noted that Suspect Number 1 has a pesky habit of sneaking the cat food as if it is a treat.  Not wanting to run to the grocery store just for cat food/dog snack at 11:00 at night, I gave them the next best thing - Cheerios!  As I am sure you would have suspected, they turned up their noses.  But Rex didn't - he thought it was a great idea.  Well, they are in no way starving - a little fast wouldn't hurt either of them, so we hoped for the best and went to bed.

I vaguely remember hearing something going on in the living room, but none of it sounded alarming enough to come check it out.  And now that is all I can remember - that maybe something was happening.  Before breakfast I made my way to the store and bought 4 (count them) 4 bags of cat/dog food. 
That was Saturday.  It is now Monday and no more evidence has been found.