Fog at sunrise

Another beautiful morning in the Northwoods.  I sat at the dining room table w/ my feet up on a chair looking out across a foggy field as the sun rose.  Life is good.  Dunder jumped up on the table in order to sniff my breakfast roll.  I picked him up to place him on the floor again.  On the way down, he reached out a paw, snagged the placemat on the table w/ a claw, and pulled it off the table.  The cup that was on it came along for the ride landing upside down in my lap - including the coffee that was in it.  I refer to Dunder and Blitzen as kittens because I tell myself in April, when they are a year old, they will magically mature into calm, well-behaved cats.  Just a month to go.