Sunday morning, the time of the Lumberjack Breakfast. The Big Boy bursts into the bedroom calling for Daddy to rescue the Little Boy, who is hungry and crib-bound. Daddy arrives at cribside to find that the Little Boy is actually a cat, mewling and rolling around in the sheets. The boy/cat then starts licking its hand/paw and grooming behind its ears. Then it motions for Daddy to scratch its belly so it can make little sounds that Daddy guesses are supposed to be purrs.
Finally, a motion to be hoisted up and out of the crib. The boy/cat is gleeful and appreciative, and Daddy makes plans to get Big Boy and Little Cat dressed and out the door. Miraculously, the boy/cat suddenly develops the gift of speech:
Boy/Cat: Daddy, are we going for breakfast right now?
Daddy: Yes, little cat. We are going to the diner, where your brother will have boy food and you will have cat food.
BC: I can have cat food?
D: Absolutely. What kind of food would you like?
BC: Catcakes.
D: With cat syrup?
BC: Yes with cat syrup!
D: And cat toast and cat juice?
BC: Cat juice!
D: OK, but first we have to get your cat clothes on.
BC: Cat clothes?
D: Yes. You need to be dressed to go outside.
BC: I don't wanna cat clothes.
D: Why not?
BC: No clothes on a cat. That would be dumb!
