I stroll into the Beer Tent with Katelyn on one arm and a hungry kitty in the other. It's not long before we are able to find seats, and a lovely mädchen comes to ask what we will have.

"Lager for the lady, Dunkles for meself, and a dish of goatsmilk for the kitten," I reply to her order for drinks.

"And what to eat?" she asks with a smile.

I glance at Kate, who nods for me to go ahead. Apparently I'm doing OK, so far. "Two of the Schweinsbraten dinners, if you please. And..." I almost hesitate to ask. "Might ya have such a thing as 'Mausbraten' fer ma wee friend, here?"

The lass winces at the thought, then replies, "I'll see what we have for die Katze."

I study the kit for a moment then announce to the little furr-ball, "Y' know! We'll have ta be findin' a name fer ya, if yer ta be hangin' around with me. How's about 'Pangur Ban'? Seems fittin' enough!" A hungry and pathetic Miew! are all the answer I get for the moment.