
"Mraaaoooowwww." Kitty Cat shrieked. I flew backwards, arms in the air, desperately trying to keep the tray of Koblaneskys upright. The steaming buns, filled with spicy keilbasa, slid from one side of the tray to the other. Tripped up on his "always in the way" tail, I lunged and twisted, straining my back - not so much to avoid falling, as to avoid dropping the food. "Please, no, please no..." I prayed. I landed up against the counter, with the tray barely … [Read more...]

























