Gareth took this, he says it’s what they do when were out. I assume he means that Hobbes watches telly and eats pizza whilst branston sips a cappuccino and reads the times culture section…
Actually they’re both little sods for licking out the cup when Gareth has cuppucino, and I’m not sure coffee is good for cats.
Branston made me stay in bed and cuddle him til quarter past nine this morning, because I’ve been up at half five every day. He’s now sulking because I got up and the chinnywubs stopped.