Breakfast Disaster

Now you know how you try to help out and something goes wrong. Well that's the story of my life.

Now two legs got up this morning and was busy making his tea for breakfast and I know he loves a bit of toast and jam so I thought - my chance to help out.

I went to the bread packet and there was just one slice left so I carefully took it out and I was about to drop it in the toaster for him when I thought how nice it smelled - the bread that is not the toaster! I couldn't resist I had a little nibble and a little nibble became several little nibbles until there was a great big hole in the middle of the slice.

I thought if I dropped it in the toaster he might not notice or he might think the toaster had eaten it but before I could do anything he turned round and caught me red handed (well I suppose that should be red pawed!).

As you can see I was just surveying the damage and wondering how to make amends - too late!

"What the heck are you doing Casper? That's the last bit of bread in the house! Why did you have to eat that!"

I looked very apologetic and tried to tell him my intentions had been honourable but the flavour of the bread was too overpowering for me to resist. I don't think he wanted to know that.

He had some cereals for breakfast instead.