Fur Babies Laugh At Me

What to drink this morning? Coffee or tea? Cold or hot? Sweet or slightly tart for me? I do not care about breakfast. I have no time for that. I have to feed the dog. I have to feed the cat. Getting in the car I realize I am pretty much a mess. Being a fur babies mamas I would expect nothing less. They both sit in the window making me feel guilty. Their names are Sugar Boy and Uncle Milty. I drive six blocks before I remember my tea. They are probably poking fun and laughing at me.