Coffee the Thinker

You know that He and She like to go to their Thinking People. Well, I like thinking, too, and showed Her how much I like to think by sitting on Her keyboard so She couldn't answer Her messages without a lot of thinking. Never mind that She was thinking about how to get me to move without hurting my feelings. I sat and thought until She gave up, and now I am here to write my Thinking story. Mostly, I like to think about where to sleep. In the afternoons, my favorite place is in the sunshine spot by the window. Of course, the chair under the table is kind of cozy, with a soft seat - and very few people can find me. We all know my favorite at night is close to Her head. That's a place is just have to be, or what would happen to Her? I also like to think about what is for dinner. Tonight, I'm thinking about some of the turkey in the freezer. Since I can't talk, it wouldn't do any good for Them to take me to Their Thinking People's house. Besides, those people have a cat who goes to the meetings, and she would not appreciate me. I know, because those people have a cat outside like our cousin, Katy, and their cat doesn't like her. It was His question today, and they talked about being spiritual. I could have told them a lot about that. Instead, I stayed home and waited. But I was thinking all the time they were gone. While I was awake, that is. Later, friends.