It Was My Recipe First

they were all over that good-looking tall drink of water, Tom. he did not know which bakery plate to put his hungry paws on. try mine! Said one. Hers are stale, mine are fresh said another. he was feeling a bit angry now with his matchmaking mother. pretty soon the nasty jealous felines were circling the table. you stole my apricot kibble recipe! Yelled an angry one, Mable. it was my recipe first! And guess what? The fight was on. they scratched up each other’s faces over the prize that was Tom.