Apple sauce

I have been helping Matte today. When she picked apples from the apple tree, I slept. When she carried all the apples in the house, I slept. When she peeled the apples, I slept. Then, when the apples were sliced (I slept) and were about to be cooked, I was brought in as a watch cat. I took it very seriously and stayed by the pot for as long as Matte needed me there. But I guess I was a little tired... no, no! I didn't sleep! I just closed my eyes for a little while...

Apple parade: they are all "James Grieve" and maybe one or two "Ingrid Marie"

A watched pot never... sleeps?!