Once, I left some marmite toast on the coffee table in my living room. My brothers and my mom were in the room. I went to get a drink, and when I came back, my toast was gone. It turned out that my cat, Elliot, had stolen my toast and was happily munching it under the table.
Helen Edworthy wrote this when she was aged ten on an inspiration by her cat. She is based in Plymouth, UK.
Published on July 31, 2005
