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Cook goes after Tevildo in the dishpan
‘Good gravy!!! What is that infernal cat doing in my kitchen?’ Cook had just entered the back door to the kitchen, having left Ginger washing taters at the pump in the back yard. The old kitchen tabby, she noted, had inched her way far beneath the legs of the stove, trying to avoid the notice of the devilish feline.
Buttercup had snatched up a broom and tried to deflect the cat as he jumped to one of the shelves. And now the beast had lost its footing on the shelf it was aiming for and gone crashing into the dishpan. Water splashed up onto Miz Rosebank and out onto the floor . . . along with one of the teapots that arced up in an ungainly spiral and crashed against the counter.
‘My teapot! You horrid creature!’ A sudden fire flamed up in Cook’s eyes and she grabbed one of the big soup pots, intending to scoop up the sodden cat and make it captive with the pot lid. But the soap-sudsy water that pooled on the floor got the better of her as she hurried toward the sink. Down she went with a loud THUMP! . . .
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