They come to people who difficult to wake up in the morning. Their voice is like the singing of birds, their fur smells of cinnamon and lavender, they play, caress and amuse, and each person begins the morning with a smile if this little animal has settled in his house. And in the afternoon they hide in the attics among ancient things, New Year's toys and dry foliage, sleeping off and merging with the surroundings. Each person has a coffennec, the most beautiful, sweetest and most beloved

P.S. I drew it with coffee too