Many years ago, my mother placed a chocolate cake on the table for tea while I and my brother were watching TV. A little later she came back and exploded because three quarters of it had gone. We protested that we had not eaten any of it. Our beloved Jip at this point began to slink out of the room ...
So far as I can remember, it did him no harm and he lived several years longer.
My mother died three months ago and we are clearing out the house. In her dressing table with her jewelry was Jip's name tag. Well, tag might be more accurate because on one side it has contact details and on the other when the engraver asked "Name?", Mum gave our surname ...