Cats at Their Bowls Lapping
Cats At Their Bowls Lapping This time there’s a postscript: “If ever I cook dinner for you, it will be Coquilles St. Jacques and Jefferson Davis Pie.” Imagine Angela, after all these years, rising and gliding to check on my pie, wouldn’t that be something? Angela, come to Chicago, and bring all of your cats. I’ll watch those cats in your lap napping, you in my lap napping, the cats at their bowls lapping, and I in my chair laughing. Angela, bring all of your cats and come to Chicago to make Coquilles St. Jacques and Jefferson Davis Pie. Donal Mahoney
