Mr. Waffle was making a tomato and mozzarella salad (I know, it’s November, but it’s mild and the only seasonal vegetable in this country is the turnip) and was summoned from his labours by the children.
When he returned to the kitchen, it was to find the cat on the work surface contentedly polishing off the mozzarella. She left the tomato. Is it any wonder she is occasionally ill given her penchant for overeating?
