He takes a while to heat up (especially on FG's electric stove, I miss the gas stovetop already), but after a while he percolates smooth, dark, strong heaven that's worth the wait.
The clacking of toenails on the floor will announce that the dog (and FG) have woken up, but for now it's me, this glorious cup of coffee, and the purring kitty.
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