bitter, salty, sour, sweet

Reporters often ask me about my "favorite body part," most likely as some type of conversational gambit that allows them to swoon over my luxurious tail, fluffy ears, or doe-like eyes. Probably, my answer surprises those poor, simple-minded journalists, but for those who know me, it won't come as a shock. It's the tongue. Indeed, there's so much to recommend me physically (don't forget, ladies: I'm single!), but it's in being able to fit my whole tongue up someone's nose, or take advantage of their laughter to give them a "quick trip to France," as I say, that really sets me apart. And if I've just had a quick snack of sun-baked poo a la maison? All the better.