"I'm Cereal! I'm Cereal! I'm Cereal! Z-h-h! Z-h-h!"
Of course, this did not happen every day, but it did happen, and each time, Cook in despair would say:
"Oh, this Cereal! It is amazing how it will not stay in the pan."
II
AS a rule, Cook was excited. Of course, there were plenty of reasons for her agitation. For instance, there was Kitty Moorka. He was a very beautiful cat and Cook loved him very much. In the morning, Moorka would follow at the Cook's heels and meow so pitifully that it would melt a heart of stone.
"Isn't your belly ever filled?" asked Cook, astonished, chasing the cat. "Just think of all that liver you ate last night."
"But that was yesterday," answered Moorka, astonished in his turn. "To-day, I am hungry again. Meow."
"Why don't you catch mice if you're hungry? Lazy! That's what you are!"
"Talking is very easy. I'd like to see you catch a mouse," Moorka defended himself. "However, I always try hard. Who caught a mouse last week? Who had a scratch the full length of his nose? That's the kind of rat I almost caught. Then she grabbed hold of my nose. It's easy to talk of catching mice. Indeed!"
After eating his liver, Moorka would sit somewhere near the stove where it was warm, close his eyes and doze sweetly.