Dinner party was the cat’s whiskers

Friends were coming for a meal And Kate was running late, She wanted to excel that night She hoped it would be great. The pots and pans were piling up The sink was filled with dirty dishes, She had to race against the clock To make this party meal delicious.

She quickly scanned the recipe And found something missed before The dish required anchovies She hadn’t any, she was sure. Then Kate suddenly recalled An uneaten bowl of fish. Sardines, she thought, taste similar

And added all the contents To achieve her goal. The guests arrived, the meal was served Some even asked for seconds. ‘You’re such a brilliant cook,’ they said A cordon bleu, they reckoned.

After all their friends had gone Kate sat, happy to consign Her hubby to the clearing up But then the cat began to whine. ‘Where on earth’s the cat food? Fluffy’s hungry,’ queried Dale. ‘I left a bowl here in the fridge . . . Kate, what’s wrong? You look so pale!’