What’s for Dinner?

Last night when I got home from work, Napoleon and Bonnie were both asleep. Clyde met me at the front door and after discussing his day, he said “my tummy’s grumbling”.

Napoleon hadn’t organised any dinner and I really couldn’t have been bothered with anything more than eggs on toast, so I asked the bottomless pit what he wanted for dinner. He went out to the kitchen and I heard him open and close the fridge, open and close a cupboard and then open and close another cupboard.

He returned and said… “how about… a bowl… with something in it?”

I think I can manage that!!!