Effie here. I have discovered a new nibble. And when I say discovered... I mean swiped out of mom's pincers while she was having a midnight munch in bed. For anyone wanting to try this at home, I advise stealth and a steady, level stride; there was a bit of cheese attached to this choice nibble but it was unceremoniously flung off as I made my hasty (and somewhat bouncy) escape. I thought 'crackers' was something that dad is, because mom says so, and she's always right (which she also says). But apparently crackers are also choice nibbly biscuit things... and an explosive Christmas decoration that I'm not allowed to sniff. Don't say I never tell you anything interesting.