At yr Optegydd - rhan 1 - Mentrau Daf y Gath

Un tro, roedd Daf y gath yn crwydro o gwmpas yr ardd, pan sylweddolodd y doedd e ddim yn gallu gweld ei bowlen bellach.
– O na, meddyliodd, bydd Jeff yn cwyno ymhen munud neu ddwy.

Ymhen munud neu ddwy, decheuodd Jeff gwyno.
– Sai’n gallu gweld fy mhowlen, meddai. – Ble mae’r staff?
– Mae’r staff wedi mynd, meddai Daf. – Gwranda, bydd rhaid i ni weld yr optegydd.

Neidiodd y ddwy gath i fewn i fan Daf. Taniodd Daf yr injan, cyn rasio i ffwrdd.
– Mae dy fan newydd yn cymfi iawn, meddai Jeff.
– Ody wir, meddai Daf. – Mae blychau plastig wastod yn gymfi.
Cyn bo hir, parciodd Daf ei fan ar yr Heol Fawr.

– Ble mae’r optegydd? gofynnodd Jeff. – Sai’n gallu gweld e.
– Sai’mod, atebodd Daf.
– Shwd ni’n mynd i wneud prawf llygaid os ni ddim yn gallu ffeindio’r optegydd?
– Sai’mod, meddai Daf, heb ddiddordeb. – Gallen ni mynd gytre ac osgoi’r holl beth?
Amneidiodd Jeff. Aethant y cathod gartref ac osgoi’r holl beth.

Saesneg / English

Saesneg / English

To the Optician’s

One day, Dave the cat was wandering around the garden, when he realised that he couldn’t see his bowl any more.
– O no, he thought, Jeff will be complaining in a minute or two.

In a minute or two, Jeff started complaining.
– I can’t see my bowl, she said. – Where’s the staff?
– The staff have gone, said Dave. – Listen, we’ll have to see the optician.

The two cats jumped into Dave’s van. Dave turned on the ignition, before racing away.
– Your new van is very comfy, said Jeff.
– Yes indeed, said Dave. – Plastic boxes are always comfy.
Before long, Dave parked his van on the High Street.

– Where’s the optician? asked Jeff. – I can’t see him.
– Dunno, answered Dave.
– How are we going to do an eye test if we can’t find the optician?
– Dunno, said Dave, without interest. – We could go home and avoid the whole thing?
Jeff nodded. The cats went home and avoided the whole thing.