Gŵyl y banc yw hi heddiw.
Ond nid yw’r cathod yn gorffwys. Maen nhw’n tynnu sied Dewi Sant i lawr a pharatoi coed tân er mwyn iddyn nhw fod yn barod ar gyfer cadw’n gynnes dros y gaeaf.
– Ble ‘r ydw i fod i gysgu? gofynna Dewi Sant.
– Ym masged gyda Franz Kafka. Paid cwyno, meddai Jeff y gath.
– Oes ‘lectric? meddai Daf y gath. – Dw i eisiau defnyddio’r sychwr gwallt.
– Nag oes, meddai Jeff. – Does dim trydan bellach. Bydd rhaid i ti wneud star jumps.
Mae popeth yn ansiriol. Mae Dewi Sant yn dechrau ygsrifennu llythyr at yr Esgob.
Saesneg / English
Bank Holiday
It’s a bank holiday today.
But the cats are not resting. They are pulling down Saint David’s shed and preparing firewood so that they are ready for keeping warm over the winter.
– Where am I supposed to sleep? asks Saint David.
– In a basket with Franz Kafka. Don’t complain, says Jeff the cat.
– Is there electricity? says Dave the cat. – I want to use the hairdryer.
– No, said Jeff. – There is no electricity any more. You will have to do star jumps.
Everything is cheerless. Saint David begins to write a letter to the Bishop.
