Shortly after their return from their honeymoon the Nasrudins moved into their new house, and the bride was anxious to put into practice the lessons she had taken in cooking.
Returning home one evening, the Mulla found his wife in tears. Between sobs he managed to learn from her that something terrible had happened.
“Darling,” she said, “it was the first meat piece I ever baked for you, and the cat has eaten it.”
“That’s all right my love,” said Nasrudin, patting her on the shoulder, “I WILL GET YOU ANOTHER CAT TOMORROW.”