Jerry heard the oven door open; heard Pam North say "Oh!" Then she came to the kitchen door, shaking her head.
"I don't know," she said. "Maybe we can eat a little of the insides. Of course, I could make pancakes, I suppose. Only with Mr. Foster coming so soon - ?" She ended, her voice enquiring. They ate the insides of the biscuits, and bacon and boiled eggs. The cats, shouldering one another only slightly, finished the egg remaining in the cups. Pam watched them, considering.
"After all," she said, "I guess they're as sanitary as we are, really. Unless you don't like cats."
(from Murder Is Served, by Richard and Frances Lockridge)
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