I just got a whole piece of buttery sourdough toast all to
myself, and this is how it happened:
Mummy was making the usual breakfast egg, along with some
yogurt and fruit. Then she slid a piece of bread into that machine with the
sliding buttons and poured a cup of tea while she waited. I sat patiently at
her feet, in hopes of some mere morsel (one can see that I am quite starved).
Finally the toast sprang up, and Mummy smeared deliciously creamy butter all
over it – oh, the fragrance, the delightfully sweet aroma of warmed bread and
butter!
Well, Mummy must have felt sorry for me, starving as I was;
she turned (carelessly tripping over me in the process, I might add) and simply
flung the toast at my feet! I was in awe, and not at all in a position to
complain about her careless method of delivery. Without further questions, I
attacked the crispety-soft treat with relish.
I think Mummy’s mood of generosity lifted quite soon because
she did not speak so kindly of that piece of toast landing on the floor, or of
cats who “hover mindlessly beneath her toes” while she works,
whatever that
means.
Never mind all that – I just want more toast from now on!
That's the stuff!
ReplyDeleteYou deserve to have more toast, Gussie.
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