"Would stop pouting and help me dig?" I stare at my partner, who has a massive pout on his face. "Bugaboo, I've told you before. Veggies are evil!" "Has a potato ever harmed you?" Swish, swish, goes the tail. "No." "Then come help. Besides, if we get these inside in the next hour. I can make a pie."

Boing! Of course he would jump at the word pie, but he doesn't know I'm not talking about sweet pie. "Yeah, sure. Now, your moving."

Even if I had to do all the work myself, I wouldn't mind. Its a beautiful warm day, and though I try not think of it, the howling winds of winter are fast approaching.

Plunk! Plunk! "We've had a good harvest this year, haven't we, Kitty?" "Only because I was the best scarecrow model ever." I giggle. "Come on. I think we have enough for now."

We wash the potatoes in the sink and I gather the indigents. "Hold it!" Cat's voice has me stopping in my tracks, holding a bundle of carrots like a carrot thief. "Those are veggies, and that's not the good kind!"

"Love, I never told you it would be a sweet pie. I'm making chicken pot pie!" "Aw, I had my mouth watered for apple. But I like chicken too." I take a breath. "If you going to eat pie, you have to help. You want to chop the carrots, celery and onions while take care of the chicken?" Cat gulps and takes a step back. "Why does that make you sound like your going to use a hatchet?" One, two, three. "Don't tempt me," I mutter beneath my breath, but Cat sets to work. "I can hear you, you know. Cats have excellent hearing," he says, giving his left ear a flap. His ear may flap, and my heart dost flutter….

I ready the chicken, and soon the room begins to smell good. I'm pouring in a good glug of chicken broth on to boil when I hear a wail coming from my partner. "My eyes! They burn! What kind of sorcery are this veggies wielding?!" "You such a drama queen, have you ever chopped a onion before?"

"My lady, my claws will never touch veggies unless you tell me." "And I thought my Kwami was the one with the sweet tooth," I grumble as I run a cloth under cold water and walk over. "Here." I dab at his eyes, hoping it will take away some of the sting.

"That feel….." His lips are so close I can taste them….. "Bugaboo?" "Not now." I just want to kiss him and squish his cheeks. "Bugaboo!" Now is voice is a shriek. "What? Oh, jams and jellies!"

The pot of chicken broth is boiling over and I turn down the heat just in time. Cat waddles up, a smirk on his face. "See, I can be helpful."

I send him to the living room for a nap, as I roll the pie crust and come to cuddle with him as the pie bakes.

He has a lot to learn about cooking and baking, but the fun part is learning together. I hold my breath as I wait for the verdict of his taste of our pie, and his eyes light up. Setting down his fork for a moment he says, "M'lady, I don't know how you did it." "Did what?" "You got me to like veggies!" I give a hearty laugh. "Oh, Cat."