Cats don’t get coffee breaks
I just wandered down to the kitchen to make myself a hot chocolate as I do almost every day for my coffee break. Because his office is also the dining room off the kitchen, Michael and I tend to chat for the time it takes me to heat milk and melt chocolate. Today I was a bit earlier than usual, and Leo was howling from the laundry room.
The following conversation ensued:
Me: What is up with Leo?
Michael: He wants dry food, but it isn’t time for lunch.
Me: I guess it’s coffee break.
Michael: Cats don’t get coffee breaks.
Me: Yeah, their entire life is a coffee break.