This saying takes on a completely different meaning in our household. We already knew that Sally is very good friends with all our kitties and tha she even – with a truly angelic patiemce – tolerates the antics and attention of little Sister Fidelma, who, at times, can really make a nuisance of herself. And we also knew that Sally and the kitties can work together as a team [s. “A Good Kitty-Doggie Co-Operation“].
And exactly that – a good co-operation – must again have happened last night. When I came here into the living-room this morning, I found an empty cellophane bag on the floor just in front of Sally’s pillow and her mouth, and all the bread that had been in there last night was gone. Of course! ;) No question where that had gone, is it?! And Sally was absolutely innocently looking up to me with her bog black eyes, as if butter wouldn’t melt in her mouth, and was happily wagging her tail. I believe it must have happened the same way as the first time: one of the cats must have hopped onto the chest of drawers – a filing-cabinet actually – on which we had put that loaf of bread, and thrown it down, and then Sally must have grabbed it, torn it open and eaten all the bread, thankful for the nightly snack. Maybe the cats did help, at least in tearing open the bag, but I don’t think they ate much of it since in the morning in the kitchen I was greeted by the usual four-part choir of “We’re nearly starving, poor us!” 😉
Be it as it may, I’m sure everyone who was in the plot liked the bread, and I really don’t begrudge them their midnight feast.
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