Rupert was a peaceful cat.

He lay in the sun all day, dreaming of nice things that walked on four legs.

He was a playful cat.

One day, a small, timid mouse named Eggbert danced across Rupert's nose.

But Rupert wasn't upset at all. No, not at all.

He lay there calmly, wondering why Eggbert had two g's in his name. He wondered if the mouse had a brother named Bacon.

Eggbert was a merry fellow. He danced and played and frolicked around Rupert for quite a long time -- a long time, that is, for a mouse. He twirled his tiny whiskers, and danced, and danced, thinking all the while about New York Cheddar.

Rupert was glad that Eggbert had come to see him. He didn't mind the dancing -- at least not for a little while.

After a bit, Rupert gazed out of the window, and dreamed of nice things that walked on four legs.

He yawned and smiled, rather sleepily.

When Rupert glanced away from the window, Eggbert was nowhere to be seen.

But Rupert didn't mind at all.

No, not at all, for Rupert's tummy was now full.