Cats and Coffee

She scrunches her nose, like a person. She folds her ears back, like only she can. I drink coffee in hopes it will be a cozy time with her on my lap, and a book in hand. But it’s always me, singing and dancing around her while she tries to sleep. Then at night she would be up, howling. As if she’s drinking my coffee! Now I’m awake at night, like she used to be. The sad sound of coffee being poured. As if this simple routine will bring her back. Something about coffee… Makes me want another one.