We have trouble with Miss Best Friend again. She was sick last night, so we are hardening our hearts to Withhold Food For 24 Hours. For the last hour, viz., about 18 hours since she was last fed, she has been cycling in and out of my study door. I’ve let her because at one point her innards were definitely making noises. There was a vile early 70s pop hit called ‘Chirpy Chirpy Cheep Cheep’ which comes whistling back to my mind every time there has been a significant episode of food related crime. I leave you to work out the connection. We are trying to work out whether her digestion is packing up or whether it’s a question of self inflicted wounds, and she’s not making it easy.