Cat Poo

I can’t drink coffee.  Used to able to.  Not any more.  I never drank a lot, mind you, just once or twice a week.  Then, almost overnight, a couple of years ago now, a cupful of the stuff left me nauseous and heady.  I never really liked it in the first place but it seemed so much cooler than tea.  Still, like my Burgundy-coloured tank-top and Farah Staypress, it was something I had to give up.  The only explanation that made the slightest bit of sense was that I was pregnant.  So, just in case, and to prevent my head exploding, I haven’t touched a drop since.  Until today.

Just before Christmas a kind friend gave me a sachet of “the most exclusive coffee in the world.”  Civet Coffee.  I’ll spare you the finer details but essentially, it’s semi-digested coffee beans retrieved from cat shit.  From Sumatra which, of course, makes it all perfectly acceptable.  We tried it today.  It didn’t taste particularly different.  Thankfully it didn’t taste of cat poo either.  It still gave me a headache though.

Comments

[LondonGirl]

I'm confused. Partly by the civet thing (really NOT a nice thought) but mainly by you being pregnant. I understood you were a bloke.

no?

or is there something I'm missing?

[Carlton]

You're right on all counts, LondonGirl.

The whole civet thing is a bit distasteful.

I am a bloke. No question there. Sometimes I even wear a checkered shirt.

And the whole pregnancy thing is confusing. Like I say, it's the only explanation anyone has been able to offer to justify my over-night allergy to coffee.

Hope this clears things up.

c.