Phew!!!

Last night Liffey snuck into the kitchen and ate a stick of butter we had sitting out to soften so we could put it into the better bell we use.  By the time we discovered her trickery the wrapper was laying on the floor dry and clean and her collar was the only thing that really gave her away.  There was butter on the tags.
She seemed to suffer no ill effects from the theft other than a real and persistent attack of gas.  
The candle was our way of fighting the malodorous affront.