Yesterday Djeili was at my neighbor's when I had my classes. She was no good girl at all. When left alone for 10 min, she soon discovered that the family's lunch (chicken fricassee) was sitting on the stove, screaming: "I need a purpose in my life! Eat me!!!" And yes, she came to the rescue! 

We expected an uneasy night after that spiced lunch, but all was fine. In the morning though her breakfast went in as usual, but out again very quickly. Madame is on a rice diet now! 
(And yes, she mentioned that the rice was what had been lacking in the chicken fricassee, thank you very much.)