When Purdy von
Sweets was a little kitten, she developed an addiction to coffee.
Yes, I mean coffee. She would hunt coffee beans that had escaped my
watchful eye. She would bat the coffee grinder until she managed to
get some grounds loose. She would drink your coffee. Lastly on a
desperate morning, she was found dangling in the garbage trying to
get at old coffee grounds.
I don't have to
tell you the addiction was completely out of hand and I worried for
her health. Coffee is not good for cats. She was skinny as a rail and
was developing a tail twitch. Thus all coffee was banned from Purdy
von Sweets.
It was rough. We
lost quite few coffee cups and endured some nasty scratches. She
also developed the habit of biting. I could envision her, an old
skinny cat with a cigarette dangling out her mouth leaning over a cup
of coffee. I persevered and finally after what seemed like eternity,
she emerged from the addiction cycle.
She has been clean
and mean for a couple of years until this morning. She never gained
weight. I made myself a nice cup of Cuban coffee with heavy cream. As
Napoleon was enjoying his morning yogurt with me carefully turning
the bowl so he can get the maximum licking in, I noticed one Purdy
von Sweets poised on her rump, front feet reaching out and nostrils
twitching like an overwrought demon. Her head was slowly turning as
she scanned the air waves for the delicious aroma of coffee and
cream.
And then she found
it. I tried to wave the fragrance away. I tried to divert her. I even
scratched her belly but nothing could deter her from that cup of Joe
or Jose as it was except the slamming of the bedroom door in her
little face. All this time and monkey on her back has returned. Back
to watching my coffee cup every moment.
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