Cat & Coffee

Morning Coffee

If James had to choose how he would be woken up after a rough party night, it would not be waking up to his cat meowing asking for food. Well, of course he would prefer staying on his box spring naked and miserable. He might be get up to grab a glass of water and painkiller, but then he would not be out of his bed for more than five solid minutes or four if Reynold was involved in whatever mayhem they had done last night.

He just wanted to sleep, long sleep. Until the sun hide back under the horizon and he could stroll around the city to find his favorite hangover food – Kebab. He pull the blanket over his head hoping that it would mask the sounds of his cat meowing.

That damn cat.

He started asking himself why did he rescue that cat. He was never an animal person, he hated cats.

If he can just shut up for 10 seconds!

If James had to choose how he would be woken up after a rough party night, it would be woken up by the smell of a good cup of coffee. A strong smell coffee from his very expensive coffee machine with a fancy water tank that keep the machine warm. He did not even know that a coffee machine would produce better coffee if it is kept on certain temperature. Sometimes he doubted it, but after he had spent a two months' salary on "just" a coffee machine, he decided that it was not wise to doubt anything. His coffee machine made the best coffee he ever tasted, and it looked good standing on his white kitchen counter which also matched a very expensive white rug he bought last week.

Yes, a coffee would be the best way to wake him up right now, if he needed to wake up of course.

And then he heard a soft familiar humming sounds followed by a very pleasant smell. He could not remember what it was, but his inner soul started to jump like crazy. A very pleasant familiar smell indeed.

No... It cannot be... wait, is it... coffee?

James sat up immediately and jumped out of his bed. The hangover hit him like thousands bricks. His ears rang like church bell during Sunday service. This could not be real! He made sure that he went home alone last night. Was it intruder? Did he forget to lock his apartment? Home invasion?

After he recovered from his sudden movement, he strode through his bed room to check his front door. He could not believe what happened next. He stepped into a puddle of brown warm liquid that had been taking over most of his kitchen and living area, and of course his beautiful expensive rug. He turned his head to the left where his beloved coffee machine stood. His cat was chilling peacefully next to the water tank of the coffee machine with one of his front paw rested on the button.

James would love waking up to a good cup of coffee, but this was not what exactly what he had in mind.