Moneypenny, let me tell you the secret of the world. Red wine (when you get the chance to stick your nose in a glass), and white ..cheese. I suspect the many cheese cubes treats we've been given lately were tampered with, but I was able to avoid being made a fool. Claire was not so lucky - in fact I believe she's the only one took the pieces with pills. Gromit and I just ate cheese. It was delightful.
Gromit has been sleeping on the job lately, especially in sunbeams. Chops would not be impressed with Gromit's security tactics, tsk, tsk.
I travel, sort of a licensed trouble shooter. By day I attached myself to laps and feet, and stay within the same room as my assignment at all times -even in the bathroom. Especially in the bathroom. Nightly recently, my interest turns to Dad (who comes and goes in his mysterious ways) who I have discovered is easily wooed into a snuggle, then stunned and momentarily paralyzed by my infallibly cold, wet nose.
Though I was once again dusted with sugar in the kitchen, the Cone-of-Distinction has not returned.