my first coffee

I have been trying and trying to get a drink of coffee. im always asking momma, daddy or granny for some of theirs (politely of course) but they never share. so today i hatched a clever plan. momma was knitting and guarding her coffee. so i grabbed the end of the knitting needle then pulled the yarn so that she had a kniting disaster to occupy both hands, then went for the cup. it had a few drops of cold coffee left in the bottom, i picked it up like a grownup and sipped it out. i think it was delicious. momma says i cant have anymore, and that im a busy enough bee without it.