One morning. . .

So one morning, I think it was a Saturday Tom and were having breakfast in the dining room while the two cats were swarming below. They are really good about not begging for food. HOWEVER, Hamlet














decides to throw away all inhibitions and jumps up onto my lap and splat! He steps right smack dab in the center of my toast.
At this point I am completely unaware of what just happened. Of course I yell and he goes sailing off and I had to make another piece of toast. Meanwhile the “prince” is over in the corner licking his paw.