Five Moments With A Cat And One With Cats - Chapter 3 Third Momen

“Sir, I need to ask you something and you have to be completely honest with me. How much bread have you been eating?” Charles asked with a sad kind-of pout on his face. He hated to ask Sir about it but there was so much bread that has been going missing recently.

“I have been eating just a couple pieces a day. Sometimes one or two with breakfast or as a quick thing to eat. Why?” Sir said, very confused. From what he knew that had at least a loaf at a time.

“I hope you aren’t lying to me because I have had to get new bread four times in the last week,” Charles said pointing an accusing finger at Sir. Sir scoffed and pushed his finger away.

“How do I know that you aren’t eating the bread?” Sir accused Charles. Charles held a shocked face, with tears springing to his eyes.

“If I was eating the bread, I would have told you. And I wouldn’t have asked you if you were eating the bread. Do you think so little of me?” Charles asked. Sir instantly regretted asking Charles that and went to hug Charles.

“Charles, I didn’t mean it. Here, we’ll both stop eating bread and see if some is still going missing,” Sir said. Charles sniffled in his arms but nodded his agreement.

“I’m sorry that I accused you. It was just going missing and I try not to eat too much of it.”

After four days of neither man eating bread, it was still going missing.

The whole house was tense. Sir would leave for his office before Charles got up and went to sleep before Charles did. The meal times were tense with none to very little talking.

On the fifth day, Charles got Sir in the kitchen before going to the office.

“Sir, the bread is still going missing.”

“I know Charles,” Sir sighed and pulled Charles into his arms, “What else do you think could be taking the bread?”

And as he asked that Knightgale ran into the kitchen. The two pulled a part and watched the cat.

Who jumped up onto the counter, walked to the bread, and bit into a piece.

Charles could have cried with happiness but opted to jump into Sir instead.

Knightgale meowed, walking around Sir’s legs.