Ballard Street by Jerry Van Amerongen for August 23, 2020

Toby’s thinking appears to be a bit murky to begin with.

I know Toby, Doris makes horrible coffee. Keep looking, I guarantee there is something in there that’s alive.

Toby cannot figure out why his humans require this ruined water every morning.

Wrong Java, Toby. It’s the other Java you want.

No refills.

LOL! My Tigger sneaks a sip of coffee when I’m not looking….He must…he’s licking his chops when I turn…..

Man, I’ve heard of caffeine addiction, but this is ridiculous.

If that’s Doc’s coffee, Toby’s in big trouble.

I see a fork and a toaster… there could be an experiment worth doing here in the search of aquatic life.

On his third trip around the world, Toby comes to the conclusion that coffee does not fit in with the cat lifestyle…

Kitty zoomies in three, two, …

A cat on the counter is a cat out the doot.

I think someone should fit him with an itty-bitty kitty snorkel!

Must be ‘decaf.’

Toby is about to develop a case of the jitters.