Theme # 55: Egg on


It was a Sunday, a pretty Sunday. Crookshanks opened his eyes, and glanced at the dining hall of the Granger residence. It was a neat place, and the cat rather like it, but that was not what had caught his interest, right now. What had caught his interest was the fact that the hall was not empty.

This meant food.

He raised himself, stretched as was his custom and, with a flick of his tail, headed for the dining hall. The door was wide-open, and his tummy grumbled as Mrs. Granger placed an egg on her daughter's plate.