Me Table?

There are a lot of tables here where I live. The table where They eat is where my silver cup of water is every day. There is a table where Her coffee-the-drink goes and - well - there are five or six tables that I can see from Her chair. In the middle of all the chairs there is a table that is kind of big, and lower to the floor than the others Do you inow what She and He named this table? It is a COFFEE table! I heard them call it that when He said where is the magazine, and She said on the COFFEE table. That is the perfect place for me to nap. I can see a lot from under there, and it is hard to see me, so it is a good hiding spot. I can stalk toes from there, and roll a toy mouse under there, too. I love having my own table.
I was under there, in fact, when She came home from Her errands. Today is the birthday of Mazie's biggest brother. He still lives here instead of far away where Mazie lives. She took his birthday present to him, and got a nice hug. Then she went to buy some cat treats for you-know-who. My sister Kasey has Him and Her wound around her paw. Whenever she wants a treat, They give her one. Well, OK, but you don't hear them naming anything a Kasey table, now, do you. I am going back under the Me Table to rest awhile before the next session of snuggles. Ah-dyoo.