I shamble out of bed, pour a cup of cold coffee, add some cream, and head out to the chair I have claimed as my computer desk.
Sabbath, who had been napping on the couch, stretches and comes over to say hello.
"Good morning!" I say, "How's my handsome Prince of Darkness?"
He purrs softly, puts up with a couple of head scritches, and helps
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