Bakers

With delicate paws, the feline cat presses into the soft, golden dough, kneading it rhythmically—push, pull, press—until it reaches heavenly perfection. Their tiny claws retract just enough to aerate the mixture, ensuring divine fluffiness. Purring softly, they shape each biscuit with careful precision before sliding them onto celestial baking stones warmed by the sun’s eternal fire. As they bake, the kitchen fills with an irresistible aroma, mingling with ambrosia and aged wine. When the biscuits turn golden brown, the cats flick their tails, gracefully plating them for the gods, ensuring every bite is pure, buttery bliss.