Fun With a Grape

Yesterday, She brought home some delicious-but-cost-too-much grapes. Because they tasted nice, She stopped being so mad at Herself, and sat down to eat some of them. I went over and sniffled the grapes, which smelled very fresh and nice, like grass. Because She loves me, She gave me one of the grapes. I didn't want to eat it, because it was a very strange thing to eat, but it was round kind of like a cat toy, so I pushed on it with my paw. It was cold. I pushed it lightly, this way and that until it fell to the floor. I jumped down and gave that grape a big workout.
In the meantime, She was watching me, and snerking. When He came in, She told Him I played with that grape for twenty minutes non-stop, and not a drop of grape was spilled. Since I was worn out, I went to lie down for a rest, while He picked the unharmed grape off the floor, before someone stepped on it That made up for Her Rookie Mistake, She said. It was worth every penny to see me dance with that grape.
The only thing that wasn't so nice today, was a letter She got from the people who She pays for Her fake teeth. They put in an extra charge and She called and grumped to them, and they fixed it. She is kind of OK with most stuff, but don't charge Her extra for anything, or you will be sorry.
Something smells nice in the kitchen. I may be wrong, but I think it might be barbeque ribs. I will get ready to lick some meat off a bone. Chow.