#owl shift

The common denominator of Super Snooper and Blabbermouse, Inch High, Private Eye and Undercover Elephant on owl-shift assignment:

Coffee.

Strong, black coffee.

Unsweetened.

Even if it has to be kept in a travel mug and procured every couple hours or so from some cheesy all-night convenience store. And no decaf for them; alertness requires "the good stuff," essentially.

As in plenty of the old caffeine.

And sometimes a hot case sandwich. Or maybe some cake or sweet roll.

And you wonder, in the end, how such caffeine dependency all comes out.

I'm still looking for some interesting Hanna-Barberian poesy to fill this Sunday midday space. And I assume you know whence to share same.

BRAIN, suggesting ways to attract attention on said cart: Uh, how would it look, TC, if one of the mottoes on our coffee cart was "Don't Knock Our Coffee; You May Be Old and Weak Yourself Someday"?

TOP CAT: Not bad, Brain, and besides, one likely trick we might have in mind is to use chicory in the coffee to see how people react to it without explaining the addition beforehand! Basically tell them it's coffee, and when they sense the rather funny taste--

CHOO-CHOO, trying to be pragmatic: TC, I understand roasted and ground dandelion root is just as effective as a coffee additive than chicory, and doesn't have ill effects.

FANCY-FANCY: Though I must acknowledge that chicory added to coffee has that certain sort of elan, you might say!

It’s kind of funny how few of my plans worked over the past couple of days.

Wednesday: When working owl shift, I have found that I can really can only force myself to do one thing during the day beyond basic hygiene and taking care of the cat. I decided…