My only mug.

Tigger.

I'm sitting at the dining table doing work and Ida's standing opposite me, my mug in her hand (probably clearing after me), casually disturbing Tigger as swats back at her hands in annoyance. Suddenly a sick ceramic sound rings and my favourite giant mug's wobbling on the edge of the table... Thank Goodness Ida caught it in time.

Tigger, Goddamnit, break my Tigger Mug and I'll break your neck.