Mae’r cathod wedi gwisgo cotiau glaw amdanyn nhw er mwyn iddyn nhw berswadio perchennog y gwesty cathod taw nhw yw perchnogion Samuel Beckett, a’i gasglu.
Maen nhw’n edrych yn hurt.
Mae Daf y gath yn cnocio ar y drws. Mae perchennog y gwesty cathod yn ateb.
– Yr ydym wedi dod i nôl Samuel Beckett, meddai Daf yn ffurfiol. – Ei berchnogion yr ydym.
Mae’r cathod yn clywed llais yr awdur o un o’r ystafelloedd.
– Arhosa i fan hyn, meddai. – Dw i’n hoffi llefydd tynn. Ac mae’r bwyd yn ffab.
– Does dim byd i’w wneud, meddai Jeff wrth Daf.
– Dim byd i’w wneud, cytuna Daf.
Saesneg / English
Staying
The cats have put on raincoats so that they can persuade the owner of the cat hotel that they are the owners of Samuel Beckett, and collect him.
They look ridiculous.
Daf the cat knocks on the door. The owner of the cat hotel answers.
– We have come to fetch Samuel Beckett, said Daf formally. – We are his owners.
The cats hear the author’s voice from one of the rooms.
– I’m staying here, he says. – I like tight spaces. And the food is fab.
– There is nothing to be done, says Jeff to Dave.
– Nothing to be done, agrees Dave.
