7am. The Toddler is feeding the cats endless handfuls of dry cat food until their bowls are overflowing. The cats are appreciatively nomming away, their tails relaxed on the floor. The Toddler spots them and wants to see what happens when you step on tails. What happens is that Thin Cat runs away as if the hounds of hell are after him and hides under the table in the dining room.
The Toddler is in pursuit.
Toddler: Oh Mummy, quick! Catch Thin Cat! Thin Cat! Eten [food]!
He spots the cat hiding under the table.
Toddler: Cat tafel [table]. Naughty cat. Thin Cat eat. Not hiding table.
He crawls under the table to retrieve the cat, who runs off, back to the kitchen. The Toddler is once again in pursuit.
Toddler: Yes! Cat honger [hungry]!
As soon as Thin Cat sees the Toddler coming, he runs back to the dining room to hide under the table once more.
Toddler: Haha! Fun! Catch you!
Peers under table.
Toddler: Boo! Dinosaur, grrrrr.
Toddler: Oh, gone!