A moment at the Whisker Stop Cafe

At a wee cafe on the State Highway,
a rare treat of coffee before the start of the day.
The log fire had been lit just before we arrived –
the scones steaming straight from the oven,
a heavenly fragrance inside.
Outside it rained so we sat close to the flames.
Chatting so cosily not wanting to leave,
Until a soggy moggy strolled to my chair and started to plead
By staring and staring.........
and staring again.
It seemed that the position was reserved,
but the sign on the cushion was omitted, how rude!
Reluctant to spoil his drying out space,
I stood up instantly and he took his place
to dry out on the cushion, without a by-your-leave.
Laughing at his look which said
"Possession is nine-tenths of the law, indeed"
Then his double arrived to occupy “the best chair don’t you know”
to start the morning's bedraggled oblutions, in sleepy stereo.

Max and Tom own the Brown Sugar Cafe it would appear.