Dinner Woes

Jib here.

Mom didn't have a very good time with my dinner tonight. She took my chicken out of where the food lives. And she tripped over my head. My head was inside where the food lives.

She dropped my chicken. She said a bad word that wasn't "bath." Then she said, "Leave it!" And I had to.

Then she put my chicken in my bowl. She put Sailor's chicken in his bowl.

She tripped over me again.

She almost dropped Sailor's bowl. She said another bad word that wasn't "bath." But she held on. Drat.

She made me go to my place. I had to stay. Sailor had to stay, too.

Then Mom put Sailor's bowl on the floor in the kitchen. And she put my bowl on my mat in the dining room.

She said, "Release!" and Sailor ran to his bowl. I ran, too, and bumped into Mom on my way.

Mom went flying. I went eating.

She picked herself up and limped to the sink.

She says that tonight we had a three curse dinner.