Grapes

The human had breakfast in bed this morning (she had to serve herself, of course). She had a bowlful of red grapes and a book. By time she chomped through her second grape, the foodies had stampeded into the bedroom, Cloud in the lead with Cyrrie and AreToo right behind. Then the difficulty arose. Cloud watched each grape that travelled from the bowl to the human's mouth. Cyrrie walked around and around the bowl, sniffing and sniffing because hope sniffs eternal. AreToo just watched, with a look of great melancholy on his sweet little face. When those three finally gave up and departed, Angel arrived. Like Cyrrie, he sniffed the bowl, but with his own Angel style flair, he also seized a grape twig to be his newest toy...