Normally I don’t drink coffee but some mornings all I want is a big mug of scalding hot black-as-Mitt-Romneys-soul cup of kick starter (well it starts out that way – after adding milk and sugar the brew turns decidedly more left wing). And eggs. I always want eggs in the morning.
Yemaja was not feeling like a morning cat. After complaining loudly when I got out from under the duvet she just dug in and covered her head with her paws. Leave me alone human.