Tikkabik

Every morning Max comes downstairs at about 8:30. He is bleary-eyed, puffy faced, and generally staggers and stumbles stumbles his way into the kitchen for a morning nosh. He's usually licking his mouth like he's trying to get the morning-breath paste out too.

I have never, ever in my life seen a cat so begging for a cup of coffee and a cigarette than Max, first thing in the morning.