Chester lifted his face from his still extended belly to sniff the air. His whiskers twitched forward as the elusive scent was there and gone. THAT WAS THE ONE! That was the delicious scent he had been hunting for last night! He'd been sure it had come from the frilly blue one on the coffee table. But the turmoil in his stomach proved that that could not be the case. No scent so devine could come from something that would cause such misery.... He stretched out his neck as his nose sampled the smorgasboard in the air.... a hint, a mere suggestion, coming from ---- where? His amber eyes turned towards the window.... was it there? That one, next to the single malt???