Hot Sauce
- Jenessa Gayheart

- May 16, 2016
- 1 min read

I sat down with my coffee on the couch where Bones was nestled in his usual spot.
"What's that?" he asked, looking at my coffee.
"It's coffee."
"It smells funny, what'd you put in it?"
"It's just... coffee. With French vanilla creamer."
Bones looked sideways at it. "It smells like... a cat's curiosity."
"Like what?" I was intrigued that he would use a non-smell idea to describe the smell of something.
"A cat's curiosity." He glanced warily at the mug in my hand. "It's a type of enticement - but is too much and gets them into trouble. That's what that smells like."
"Huh." I looked at my coffee. "But it doesn't smell like a dog's curiosity?"
"No," he rested his head on his paws again. "That's hot sauce."
I'm not even going to have him try to explain. He seems to think it's self-evident.






























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