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I told him he couldn't have my oatmeal, so he sniffed my coffee, which I told him he couldn't have, so he laid down where he could reach the bowl and waited until he thought I was distracted. Twice. When I called him out, he moved. He's holding my coffee hostage. His name is Trouble.
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View from above of a tabby cat in my lap. There's an empty oatmeal bowl on the armrest of the chair, and a travel mug of coffee wedged between the cat's body and mine.
The cat has moved so that he's perched on my chest completely covering the travel mug of coffee. I'm peering out from behind him since he's also obscuring my view of my phone.
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