Cats and Cake

It was a fun day for Her, because She went on a ride with Katy'sPeople and it was a pretty easy ride. There was not much traffic, which means not many cars were in Her way. When they got to the place where Katy'sGirl's doctor is, they started talking about a kind of cake they like, and it made them hungry for this kind of cake, which is usually made by Latino people. Even though Katy'sMom's name sounds as if she is Latino, she is not, so She said there was a place near our houses where Latino people make delicious cakes. When they were almost home, they came to the place She was talking about and they all went in and got some of the special cake. While they were there, She saw a kind of dessert that He would like, and She got that as well as the cake. When She got home, She showed the cake to me, and this was the beginning of my love affair with a cake. It doesn't matter that it is sweet. You know that cats can't taste sweet, don't you? What it was was creamy. Very, very creamy, as if it were made out of milk and cream. This is my idea of cake, believe me.
Her ticket for close-up parking still has not come. She will call them in a few days to tell them to hurry. For now, though, I think we all need a nice rest. Oddy-ose.