Chapter 6: With the Pasta

Italycat was hungry. His person had been gone forever and all he had to eat was cat food. His person bought yummy cat food but he wanted something else. He wanted pasta!

He sat on the kitchen floor in front of the stove and stared up at the cabinets. His tail twitched as he eyed the ones where the pasta ingredients were kept.

"Meow, meow!" (First I need flour, veh!)

He jumped up onto the counter and took the lid off the flour jar. Scooping up a large amount, he spread it in a thin layer across the counter, humming happily.

"Meow, meow!" (Now more flour and salt!)

He scooped out more flour and added some salt to the mixture. Then he went to the fridge to get an egg. He carefully took it back to the flour and salt to add it in. Gently he started to knead the pile until it became recognizable as dough.

"Meow-ow, meow, meow, mew, mao, meow, meow, meowy, meow-meowy, meow, meeeowwww~…" (When the moon hits your eye like a big pizza pie, that's amore~…)

He worked the dough with his little paws, relishing the feeling of fresh pasta. It would be so tasty once he cooked it with some marinara and oregano~. And surely his person had some wine to go with the pasta. And once he had the pasta ready, he would make some tiramisu for dessert!

The thoughts made him purr as he worked. A lovely Italian meal was just what his lovely person deserved. When she came back she was going to be so surprised!

Then he heard the front door open and he looked up in surprise. His person was back!

"Feliciano!" Italycat's owner was shocked and horrified by the mess she stumbled into.

The flour and salt containers had been tipped over and spilled all across the counter. Outside of the spill zone, flour pawprints crisscrossed the other counters and ran in circles around the floor. The fridge was open and a carton of eggs had fallen to the floor and broken - it had made a big goopy mess that was slowly creeping across the tile. On the counter, paws buried in a whitish-yellow mass, Feliciano stood and stared calmly at her. Then he closed his eyes and seemed to smile as he purred contentedly.

"Ugh, you troublemaker," his owner groaned, but she too was smiling. She could never stay mad at him.