Rose’s POV
The next morning I wake up to Mr. Business licking my face.
“I’m up I’m up.” I pet him. Dragging myself out of bed, I refill his bowl with food and the other with fresh water. Then I can think of only one thing.
Coffee, coffee will help. I grab my coffee pot and turn on the tap, in staring at the rising water level. 4 cups. No. 6 cups. Not enough. 8, no, 10, almost.. 12 cups. Perfect. I drink it little by little throughout the day, well morning. I carefully pour the water in a measure out my coffee grounds. I place them in a fresh filter and click the button. The coffee maker sputters to life. My favorite sound. I sit at the table and watch Mr. Business eat his food. Oh how wonderful it must be to be a cat. You get everything provided for you, food, shelter, clothes if they
