Mae Daf y gath am gael tatŵ.
– Y dwpsen, meddai Jeff ei chwaer, – Mae cot drwchus o ffwr gyda ti. Fydd neb yn gallu gweld unrhyw datŵ.
– Peth emosiynol yw e, meddai Daf. – Fyddet ti ddim yn deall.
– Cer amdani, ‘te, meddai Jeff.
Dwy awr yn hwyrach, mae Daf yn dychwelyd o’r siop tatŵs. Mae hi wedi cael ei heillio, ac mae amlinell o flwch Dreamies ar ei hystlys.
Mae Jeff yn rholio ei llygaid.
– Y dwpsen, meddai hi.
Saesneg / English
Ink
Dave the cat wants to get a tattoo.
– You idiot, says Jeff her sister, – You have a thick coat of fur. No one will be able to see any tattoo.
– It’s an emotional thing, says Dave. – You wouldn’t understand.
– Go for it, then, said Jeff.
Two hours later, Dave returns from the tattoo shop. She’s been shaved, and there’s an outline of a Dreamies box on her flank.
Jeff rolls her eyes.
– You idiot, she says.
