Chwain

Mae Daf y gath yn crafu’n wyllt.

Bag o chwain yw hi. Mae Jeff yn cadw draw oddi wrthi hi.

– Paid â dod yn agosach, meddai Jeff. – Dw i ddim eisiau chwain.

Heb rybudd, mae Daf yn rhuthro’n fwriadol tuag ati hi, a rhwbio ei hun ar hyd ochrau Jeff cyn i Jeff allu gwneud unrhyw beth amdani.

– Pam wnest ti hynny? gofynna Jeff.
– Problem wedi’i haneru yw problem wedi’i rhannu, ateba Daf, yn sarcastig.
– Bydda i’n dy haneru, os wyt ti ddim yn ofalus, meddai Jeff, cyn dechrau crafu’n wyllt.

Saesneg / English

Dave the cat is scratching wildly. She is a fleabag. Jeff is keeping away from her.

– Don’t come any closer, says Jeff. – I don’t want fleas.

Without warning, Dave deliberately rushes towards her, rubbing herself along Jeff’s sides before Jeff can do anything about it.

– Why did you do that? Jeff asks.
– A problem shared is a problem halved, Dave answers sarcastically.
– I’ll halve you, if you’re not careful, says Jeff, before starting to scratch wildly.