Lle mae Jeff y gath galico eisiau bwyta pawb a phopeth.
Mae Jeff newydd orffen ei brecwast hi. Dyma hi’n llyfu ei choesau, cyn mewio’n uchel. Dyma Daf y gath sinsir, yn meindio ei fusnes ei hun.
“Beth sy’n bod arnat ti?” gofynniff Daf.
“Mae chwant bwyd arna i. Dw i angen bwyta,” meddai Jeff.
Mae Jeff yn mynd i hela llygod. Mae Dewi Sant yn gweld beth sydd yn mynd ymlaen, a pharatoi powlen newydd o fwyd. Dyma Jeff, yn rhedeg ar draws y glaswellt.
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Mae Jeff newydd orffen ei ail frecwast hi. Dyma hi’n gwylio Santes Dwynwen, sydd yn dadlau gyda Phwyllgor Piwritanaidd y Tatws. Yn sydyn, mae Jeff yn dechrau mewio’n uchel.
“Beth sy’n bod arnat ti nawr?” gofynniff Daf.
“Mae chwant bwyd arna i. Dw i angen fy nhrydydd brecwast,” meddai Jeff.
Mae Jeff yn mynd i hela colommenod. Does dim yr un colomen i gael. Mae Dewi Sant yn gweld beth sydd yn mynd ymlaen, a pharatoi basnaid mawr o fwyd. Dyma Jeff, yn rhedeg ar draws y glaswellt.
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Mae Jeff newydd orffen ei thrydydd brecwast hi. Mae hi’n rownd iawn nawr. Yn sydyn mae hi’n dechrau mewio’n uchel.
“Beth sy’n bod arnat ti nawr?” gofynniff Daf. “Wyt ti’n mynd i ofyn am frecwast arall er mwyn dangos sut i ddefnyddio rhifau trefnol?”
“Ydw,” meddai Jeff. “Mae chwant bwyd arna i. Dw i angen fy mhedwerydd brecwast.”
“Mae hyn fel rhywbeth syth mas o Kafka,” meddai Daf.
“Ydy wir,” meddai Kafka, sydd yn ymguddio tu ôl i goeden.
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English / Saesneg
Jeff wants food… again.
In which Jeff the calico cat wants to eat everyone and everything.
Jeff has just finished her breakfast. Here she is, licking her legs, before mewing loudly. Here’s Dave the ginger cat, minding his own business.
“What’s wrong with you?” asks Dave.
“I’m really hungry. I need to eat,” says Jeff.
Jeff goes to hunt mice. St David sees what is going on, and prepares a new bowl of food. Here’s Jeff, running across the grass.
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Jeff has just finished her second breakfast. Here she is, watching Saint Dwynwen, who is arguing with the Puritanical Potato Committee. Suddenly, Jeff starts mewing loudly.
“What’s wrong with you now?” asks Dave.
“I’m really hungry. I need my third breakfast,” says Jeff.
Jeff goes to hunt pigeons. There isn’t a pigeon to be had. Saint David sees what is going on, and prepares an enormous basin of food. Here is Jeff, running across the grass.
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Jeff has just finished her third breakfast. She is very round now. Suddenly she starts mewing loudly.
“What’s wrong with you now?” asks Dave. “Are you going to ask for another breakfast in order to show how to use ordinal numbers?”
“I am,” says Jeff. “I’m hungry. I need my fourth breakfast.”
“This is like something straight out of Kafka,” says Dave.
“It really is,” says Kafka, who is hiding behind a tree.
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