There once was a time when I would drink my coffee and read in peace. That was how Saturday mornings went for me…it was lovely. Now there’s this curious kitten.
She sniffed my coffee for a while. I attempted to read for a time during all of this, but eventually I had to sit Alif aside…it became dangerous.
As you can see…sniffing wasn’t enough. She HAD to try my coffee. Just what I need a crazed, caffeinated cat. BUT! It looks like caffeine makes her sleepy.
After half an hour of meowing, sniffing, bunting, sipping, and purring, she’d had all she could take and finally fell asleep. And my Saturday morning could go back to its regularly scheduled laziness.
Well, after I got my book back from Darcy…