Tale of the Goat

My father is a truck driver, and he and Mom sure do love their coffee. I should have the stuff running through my veins, but I've never gone for it. Tegyrius last week picked up a small coffeepot for office use, but it's been in the kitchen instead. So, last night, I tried a small pot. I am developing a taste for it. I can feel no joy today, as I am plotting the death of my best friend.

The prey is clever, and usually armed. I must exercise extreme caution.

In other dramatic developments, I managed 10 situps and 10 pushups this morning. My arms hurt.