Quietly I get up, as Sharon is sleeping still,
and find my self walking in the dark with two cats
toward the kitchen.
Filling the tea kettle with water,
Carol jumps up on the counter purrring.
We bump forheads, as I carry the kettle to the
gas stove and the burner clicks before
the POOOOOOFFFFFFFFF as it lights.
Snowy is passing back and forth,
rubbing my shins and
making little sounds
reminding me that my
most important
duty
is to
feed
the cats their morning wet food.
But I take out the old coffee filter and put a new
empty
in the brown plastic cone,
adding 4 TBSP of exotic Costa Rica ground
Starbucks.
With the tea kettle now bumping and jumping from the
boiling water,
I preheat the cups with a swig of hot water
then dump it in the sink,
turning on a dribble of cold water for Carol
to twist her head and drink sideways with
her long, hairy tounge.
Pouring the coffee on the grounds, they
swirl and bubble, expanding in a foamy froth
as I stir the dripping grounds
and watch the cup filling up through the cone's window.
Popping the can of cat food brings the cats
to a new level of sharking,
Snowy meows, Carol paces back and forth,
purrrrrrrrring and reaching out her paw to gently touch my arm in
reminder that I still haven't put the plate of food
on the floor.
As I set the food plates on the floor, the cats are focused
on slurping it up,
forgetting that I exist.
WamBam!
ThankYouMam.
I take my coffee cup and add milk,
returning to my element
to savor the first cup of Java
and read the news on
the web.
No newspapers in the house anymore,
no recycling of tons of paper,
no paper to put under the kitty box,
my choice of news, follow my interests
around the globe.
Floods in Austrailia,
Pair Instability
Supernovae paper
by S. Woosley from Santa Cruz on ArXiv.org
Marin news about the apartment fire on "B" Street while
we ate our Chinese-Korean dinner a couple blocks away
last night from
the MarinIJ.
Out of coffee, this
blog is done.
Ready for the rest of the
Coffee
and a new
day.
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