Every morning I bring a coffee and a book to my favourite chair
And sit
Gently flipping through pages,
Enjoying the heat and weight of the porcelain mug on my knee as I read.
Each day my cat will raise, stretch,
And pad over to where I sit.
She will blink with sleepy sweetness, mew for permission,
Ignore my protests,
and leap,
Directly onto my mug of hot steamy coffee.
Every time.
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