Here are some pitchers which I did draw. 

It's about a girl who wants to see the world.  When I put it in that way, it sounds to me as if the story is about me.  It's not really: I don't live in a castle on top of a very pointy mountain.  I have, however, fallen into the archetype of a story teller who bases characters on them self. 

This is a cup of coffee Little Tiger got for Dad.  (She had to have a sip, of course.)

Coffee from Suniti's beautiful and tragically broken mug.

Even more coffee.

Awww, thanks Little Tiger. 

Coffee on an airplane.

Little Tiger likes coffee Everywhere.