CoFfEe and CaTz

I swear I make the worst coffee in the world. I make it just like my mother and yet it still tastes like I put 5 cups of coffee to 4 cups of water. When it’s finally made, I have to add about half of the cup as sugar and milk just to drink the swill.

Caffeine! Yesssss….. my precioussssss.. they steal my Mt. Dew… yess…. Filthy stinking dieticians…. They stole it!

It seems I only have a couple days left until classes start up again. Heck, I was just getting into the groove of working on little projects and visiting with my family, which I have been ignoring the past Fall because of busy school-work. Now, I have more than enough jobs and things to do this next semester and will probably be spending this summer trying to make it up with my family!

My cats at my Mom’s house are already threatening me to not go away again. They follow me around the house, they lay on my face, they stick their butt in my face, and they knead me on my neck and eventually rub their nose across my cheek. GAH! They can be cute, but my God, they can be obsessive about being petted. It’s like the sound of my voice puts them into a petting frenzy and the both of them fight for the time on my lap, neck, or chest. I give up pushing them off since they eventually will force themselves on me and I just pet their heads and go on with my business, watching TV, reading, or talking. Poor Mom is so allergic, that when I leave she will have to fend them off with a stick or something, because they shall go through Aya withdrawal. Poor Mom.