“Yes, Michael on the ship, finish all of your breakfast so you can grow big and strong like your Zadda and Poppie and then we’ll go and leave you mommie and Sires to get ready for their day.”
Michael finished his breakfast in record time. He ran over and gave Mark, Juraens, and his mommie a hug. “Poppie, Zadda, can I go with Grandpa?”
“Will you pay attention to what your grandsire tells you?” Mark asked adopting a stern face
“Oh yes, I like Grandpa and now I like you too. Maybe later we could play the pinball game when I come back.”
“Then go with your Grandsire, offspring, we’ll see you in a while.” Juraens smiled behind his hand. The Quarter’s door opened and the three cats sauntered in, for once Shadow wasn’t scrambling to keep up with the other two.
::Can we have our breakfast?:: Shadow asked.
“Michael,” Sara knelt down in front of Michael and admonished, “it’s your job to feed the cats. You don’t want them to go hungry, do you?”