cat snuggles around
a mug of hot coffee
I go without
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cat snuggles around
a mug of hot coffee
I go without
Enjoying Life In New Ways
Poetry, Photography, haiku,
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Wherever I lay my pen, that's my home
my humanity in written form
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Cat Nap Revue 
Made me laugh because it’s so true.
Thanks!
Reblogged this on richwrapper and commented:
And rightly so, you drug addict. Cats know how to keep you “clean” Bruce. That caffeine is dangerous, buddy! Better off with a beer!
Did you thank that brave cat from shielding you from the terrible affects and effects of caffeine, good Bruce? Knew you should have stood with beer…just think of the money you’da saved! Billions, probably. Since for you half a brew would more than do! Great image, your drinkership!
You can have my coffee mug after you pry my cold dead fingers off.
As I told the self-anointed marksman: cold, dead is a redundancy. Besides, all I have to do to get that mug is wait for rigor to relax. Is the cup good for tea as well?
For you, anything.
You are Three-Kind, Sir!
If only I had known Cliff was running!