Georgia "Sugi ittemiyo!"

• Sip 1: Hmm. Smoky notes linger on the tongue.
• Sip 2: My goal this week is to naturally insert the word "Panglossian" into a conversation about cat bottoms.
• Sip 3: Sweet, but not over the top.
• Sip 4: You'd think I was skinny by looking at my face, but I'm actually pretty ripped.
• Sip 5: That's why I can't wait for summer. It's gonna be tank top city.
• Sip 6: This can is decorated by a picture of an actress dressed as a nurse. She's smiling and jotting something down on a notepad.
• Sip 7: I'm starting to feel the effects of the caffeine.
• Sip 8: It feels like flaming chimpanzees are crawling under my skin.
• Sip 9: Still tasty. I like this coffee. (Affect Scouse accent and say, "We likes it a lot.")
• Sip 10: My anterior deltoids are impressive, but you can't just go around telling people that.
• Sip 11: There's something embarrassing about being seen buying canned coffee. It's because the observers know that soon, the inside of my mouth will be coated with sugar and smell faintly like an ashtray. I want people to think my mouth is pristine, eminently kissable.
• Sip 12: The nurse is writing: "Patient appeared thin at first glance, but closer inspection revealed a well-muscled torso and decidedly non-chickenlike legs. Mouth: eminently kissable."
• Sip 13: A haiku about a cat's ass? Now? Not appropriate.
• Sip 14: The can is now empty and, like my mouth, smelling faintly of an ashtray.

feline puckerspot
darting and flirtatious
a haughty button

-- David Cady