O’r diwedd, mae trip seicedelig Jeff y gath yn dod i ben wrth i effeithiau’r catnip cryf leihau.
– We ti bant am ddyddie, meddai Daf y gath, cyn troi’n ôl at lyfu ei phen ôl..
– Pwy wyt ti? gofyn Jeff mewn dryswch. – Pwy ydw i? Ac yn bwysicach fyth, pwy yw e?
Mae dyn tal, a gwallt hir iddo, yn y gegin.
– Yr enwog Julian Cope ydw i, meddai’r enwog Julian Cope, – ac mae damcanieth ‘da fi.
Saesneg / English
Return
Finally, Jeff the cat’s psychedelic trip comes to an end as the effects of the strong catnip wear off.
– You were off for days, says Dave the cat, before turning back to licking her bottom..
– Who are you? asks Jeff in confusion. – Who am I? And more importantly, who is he?
A tall man, with long hair, is in the kitchen.
– I am the famous Julian Cope, said the famous Julian Cope, – and I have a theory.
