An Eighth Shot of Espresso: Coffee and Creativity on Mum's Third Shift

The goddess  of cats  surrounded  by purring  felines who gather at their bowls every day only the best fills their stomachs the fresh cream sates their thirst they pull her chariot willingly lie in her arms for comfort they are quick  to defend her  should she  be threatened  their claws  rend flesh  and bone  asunder do not disdain the lady of cats for she has the power.  

Soft and sweet kitty feet I miss the sound Twenty years past falling leaves eyes trained on its flight purr on my lap cures the world's ills force me to consider times have changed years have gone by these old bones are heavy when the rainbow bridge appears at my feet you're in the other side